‘I was wondering when you’d show up.’ Jason Southey greeted his mate Derek with a slap on the back as he stood aside to let him in at the front door. Derek waved to his ride before hobbling past him on a pair of crutches.
‘Who was that and what the hell have you done to your foot?’ Jason asked, taking in the sight of him. Derek knew his concern was genuine; the two had been friends since primary school.
‘I fell over last night over at Redcliffe. I came over earlier in the day but you were out. Some people I sort of know found me and took me home. That was one of them, Jess, dropping me off,’ he said.
‘s**t! I’m sorry, man. I only popped out for half an hour yesterday to go to the bank. Why didn’t you call first?’ Jason ran his hand over his mouth.
‘I haven’t got a phone, remember? Don’
