He calls her.

James pulled his car over and dialed her number on his cell. The phone rang and rang for a long time, and he impatiently drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while he waited for her to answer.

There was a slight click as someone picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" a man's voice asked. He sounded out of breath. In the background the sound of a woman moaning could clearly be heard.

James froze. Did he have a wrong number? Surely that must be it, it couldn't be that--

"Who's on the phone?" he heard the woman ask. James still said nothing, feeling his hands tightening on the steering wheel until the knuckles whitened. He recognized that voice.

"It's nothing, just a wrong number."

"Then come back over here, I need you inside me..."

The phone clicked off. For a minute James just sat there, stunned. Then he slammed his foot on the gas pedal and roared back down the road.

That bitch was going to pay.