Whatever number on file probably differed from the one Junior had given him. His official line was shared with the landline of the bakery, while he saved his cell number for friends. When his phone started to ring, he glanced over to his pants hanging just off the edge of the bed and groaned.

"Really?" he murmured. It didn't occur to him that sharing the number only a few moments ago could have anything to do with it. Almost laboriously, he started to pick himself up to grab and answer it.