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Jack was running on pure adrenaline as he drove, a thousand thoughts flooding through his mind at once. A small voice told him he’d acted on impulse too often recently and that he should stop and think for a moment, but it was drowned out by the sheer rage and desperation taking over his body and mind.
He pulled up at the gates of Gary McCann’s house and held his hand down on the horn. A few seconds later, the gate whirred and started to open.
Jack took his hand off the horn, waited for the gates to open wider, then accelerated up the driveway, crunching to a halt on the gravel outside the house. He got out of the car and marched over to the front door, watching it open just as Jack reached the steps. McCann’s head was c****d to one side as he spoke.
‘Everything alright, Detective I
