Ben's contact was the first number Drake noticed on Delia's phone as he sped along the by-pass, avoiding the long, hectic traffic. It seems she had wanted to call him before her attack.

Drake kept adjusting his darted gaze from the road, back to Delia who laid lifeless at the back seat and at the phone in his hands.

"Hung in there, Love" He cried. He was breathing hard and his brow bathed with sweat– He instinctively dialed Ben's line. With just a few rings, Ben's voice echoed ...