“Have a good time!” Rachel had called from the car when she’d dropped Darren off at the station, but he’d already had his concerns by then.
He hadn’t been able to get hold of Jayden again since that night, and had had to settle for texting the change in plans. Scott had finally gotten settled in his new flat in Northampton and had insisted Darren come to see him first. “Just us for a day, before we have to go to the ‘rents,” he’d bargained, and it had sounded okay, something to do, so Darren had agreed. He was on medical leave anyway. His arm was next to useless, and apparently the centre’s health and safety inspector had thrown a fit and refused to have him back on site until he was cleared by occupational health. For a popped shoulder. Some people didn’t deserve jobs, but to hell with i
