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Chapter 21
21 Jack watched with clenched teeth as the video played. The quality of the footage wasn’t brilliant, but he still immediately recognised the pair. Connor French was a distinctive-looking guy at the best of times, and there was no doubt in his mind that this was who he was watching, walking alongside Matthew Hulford towards Mildenheath Woods. Walking him to his death. ‘Their phones never left Connor’s house,’ he said, to no-one in particular. ‘No,’ Wendy replied. ‘Which means they left them there, for some reason. Might’ve been to go out and do a deal? I’d imagine they’re pretty clued up on phone tracking and things, so maybe they tried to play it safe.’ ‘Yeah, but look at this. The bit where Connor’s walking back. Does he look like he knows what happens next?’ ‘I dunno. Difficult to
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