Aug 04, 2009 15:00
Anita yanks the door to the Jeep open and hears her cellphone ringing. She climbs onto the seats, reaching under the passenger side seat to fumble for the phone. Her hands closes on it as it makes the fourth ring -- just before going to voicemail -- and flips it open.
"Yeah? What?" she says, her words breathless, the heat of the car making her uncomfortably sweaty.