“I’ve got to go. I have to be at the hospital in thirty minutes.” Cisco said putting on his coat and scarf.
“Come on, I’ll see you out.” Reed and Cisco took the stairs and parted amicably
* * * *
Greg said to himself, scarf—check, keys—check, wallet—check, phone—check. He put on his scarf and just before he donned his gloves; Greg tried Cisco’s phone again. He dialed one on speed dial and Cisco’s cell phone number came up on the screen. He put the phone to his ear and waited for Cisco to pick up. Again the phone went to voice mail. Greg was angry. He was so not taking strokes for not letting his Dom know where he was. Greg left yet another message. “Sir, this is Greg, I’m on my way to the hospital. Patrick and John changed their four o’clock to three. I hope everything is all right. I haven’t been able to get hold of you for a while.”
* * * *