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After a few minutes, he realised he was driving aimlessly. He pulled his car over to the side of the road, switched off the engine and just sat.
He didn’t know what to do. Through the fog of anger, resentment and betrayal, there was one thing Jack couldn’t ignore. McCann’s threat had been clear: Frank’s life was in danger. But it wasn’t as if Jack could just drop him a quick text in prison to let him know. In any case, what good would it do?
Whatever happened, he needed Frank alive. McCann was right: he’d been bullshitting about a couple of his goons going rogue, and Frank was Jack’s best hope — his only hope — of ever nailing anything on McCann.
His first instinct was to call the prison. He was pretty sure he’d be able to get through to the governor. But he had no way of knowing ho
