"God, I'm such an idiot." Jen said, leaning her head against the back of the leather passenger seat. "I should have called Michael on his cell phone. Damn, what did I do with my-."
She fished around in her pocket, but came up empty.
"I left it at the work site. Oh wait!"
She opened her purse and began to rummage through it.
"Marcie gave me her phone to hold last night and I forgot to give it back. It might be in-oh, here it is."
She pulled out the tiny navy blue phone, and opened it up, revealing the Last Calls menu. Sure enough, Michael's number appeared on the screen, over and over. She selected an entry and pushed the redial button, relieved when it began to ring.
"Hey, Sweetie." Michael's voice answered.
Jen winced at the sweet nickname. Suddenly she felt very guilty. She should have known Michael would assume it was Marcie calling. All cell phones have Caller ID.
"Michael, it's me, Jen."
Michael chuckled. "Oh God... Well, that was embarrassing! Sorry about-hey, why are you calling on Marcie's phone?"
"Did you get my page, Michael?" Jen asked, frantically.
"Um... no... I've been doing my rounds, why?"
"Damn it!" Jen yelled. "I knew that woman didn't care about Marcie."
"Wait... Marcie? What's going on, Jen?"
"I-I'm sorry, Michael."
"Jen! What's going on?" Michael yelled.
Jen handed the phone to Riley.
"Hey Man." Riley said into the tiny receiver.
"Riley, what the hell happened?"
Riley sighed. "Marcie passed out at the worksite."
"What!" Michael yelled, forcing Riley to pull the phone from his ear. "I-is she okay now?"
"Actually no." Riley said. "She's still unconscious. We're on our way to the hospital and should be there in a few minutes."
"I'll have a team waiting when you arrive." Michael said. "Get here as fast as you can."