“An accident? Wait, where are you?”
Joe held the phone away from his ear. How was it that the rotary landline phone was loud and crisp and made Rich sound like he was shouting right beside him? It had taken three tries as the old dial up rang and rang before Rich even picked up his cell phone to answer the unknown and unlisted number.
“I’m on Route 29.”
“What are you doing out there in the middle of nowhere?” asked Rich. He wasn’t shouting this time, just speaking at his normal volume, but his voice still boomed in Joe’s ear. Likely a side effect from bumping his head on the dash.
“I had some business to attend to.” Joe looked up at the stairs where Foxy was resting her pretty head behind a closed door while he cleaned up the mess.
Here he was again. She got one of her visions or feel
