. . . and rang and rang. The machine picked up, the outgoing message started playing. And then a hang up. No message left.
Ten minutes later, same thing.
If he had caller id, he wouldn't screen. But he didn't, so he did.
Sure, he was a little curious about the non-message leaver. It had been happening the last two nights, a few times each night. But he suspected it to be a tele-marketer, being back in the day before the No Call List.
If the phone rings once more in the next ten minutes, he thought to himself, I'll pick it up. No more screening.
And then it did.
When he answered, he recognized the voice, but couldn't place it. Hair on the back of his neck stood at attention.
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