Danny

He'd meant to stay a day in Manchester, but that lead to a second day. He'd texted Danny a few times, but it was a painfully slow process on his flip phone. And, frankly, he'd been a bit busy.

He'd texted when he'd hit the edge of London and had gone straight to his hotel. Ten grand and he was still in this grubby flop house.

Back in town. Come over? Doors open.

He'd tucked his phone in his pocket and left it in his pocket as he got into the shower. He left the door unlocked- wishful thinking- and didn't even think about his phone. Danny was probably busy anyway.