For the last two hours he had been driving around, not really going anywhere in particular, or in accordance with a specific pattern. He vaguely remembered an occasional red light, and he was fairly certain he had stopped to let a dog cross the street, a black lab id he was remembering correctly. Aside for that, he couldn’t have given any account of where he had been or what he had seen. As he sat behind the wheel of the Saab, the radio just loud enough to know it was on, but with no way of telling what was being sung by whom or what fantastic product was being endorsed by the always helpful Rockin’ Ray, the unquestionably trustworthy morning DJ for KJAM, the only station you’ll ever need, guaranteed! He was staring at his cell phone, at the four missed calls, all from the same number – 733-8475. He knew the number by heart in spite of the fact he had long ago deleted its owner from his address book. He had ignored the first call, and when it had immediately rung again, he had glanced at his phone long enough to see who was calling.
