RINNNGGGG. *What the fu… * The shrill tone of the phone cuts through my sleep. Grappling round behind my head I pick up the receiver and growl into it.

'What?'

'Ben, it's me.'

'Darren this had better be good.'

'And hello to you too.' I can feel his pout from here.

'Sorry, just woken up - go on shoot.'

'Umm.' Great now he's dithering.

'Just spit it out Hayes.' I tell him. Don't get me wrong me and Darren are really good mates but I am so not at my best when woken unexpectedly.

'We’ve got a problem.' Inwardly I groan, what Darren usually means when he says 'we've got a problem' is that he has a problem that he wants me to help him out with.'

'I'm listening.'

'Umm, er.' Oh great more indecision. Come to think of it he doesn't sound his usual chirpy self.

'Darren. Whatever it is just say it.'

I hear him take a deep breath.

'Don't ask me how, but somehow, someone has taken a photo of us together that night, and now they've sent a copy to Dan, here to the house and…'

His voice begins to break. Oh shit, my brain begins to catch up with what he is saying.

'…and' he continues starting to sniff 'and Dan saw it and he’s stormed out…’

The words come tumbling out.

‘…and I don't know where he is and I don't know if he's coming back.'

'Sit tight. I'll be right over.' I’m already pulling my clothes on. Ending the call I grab my keys and race out of the house into my car.