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I rolled my eyes. “What about collect?”
“Does that still work?”
I wasn’t sure. We were literally in a technology Armageddon and lost without our cell phones. Did phone operators even exist anymore? And, if they did, were they trapped in a tiny closet somewhere with a switchboard and wearing saddle shoes?
“Hey.” A car pulled over and a man yelled from the window. “Hey, are you guys okay?”
We were in trouble. I stood very still like a statue so the man wouldn’t see me. Barrett did the same.
“Miss?”
Shit. He definitely saw me. “We’re fine,” I yelled then looked at Barrett and hissed, “Say something.”
Barrett stumbled forward when I shoved him. “We’re cool.”
“Did you need air?”
I smiled nervously at the stranger in the car, speaking quietly at Barrett through my teeth. “What is he talking about?”
Barrett shrugged, then yelled back at the man, “Do you need air?”
The man got out of his car, mumbling something about morons as he approached us. I had a feeling we were the morons.
The man took the phone out of my hand and hung it up. “This is an air pump. For a car.”
I looked at the pump then I looked around for the payphone, which wasn’t there. Something wasn’t right. Barrett scratched his head.
“You know,” I said, taking in our surroundings and finding nothing familiar. “I think… I think we’re high.”
“That would make a lot of sense.”
The man looked at us and hesitated. “Do you guys have someone you can call?”
“Do you have a phone?”
The man nodded. “Yeah. Hold on.”
He went to his car and came back a second later with a phone in hand. I plugged in Elle’s number, which was the only number, aside from my mom’s, that I knew by heart. It rang several times and went to voice mail.
“Let me try again.” I hit redial and then her beautiful, groggy voice picked up. “Elle! Oh, thank God you answered! I’m in a parking lot and I lost my phone and my purse and my Hale.”
“Rayne? Slow down. Where are you?”
I looked at the man. “Do you know where we are?”
“Brooklyn.”
“We’re in—Wow. Really? Brooklyn?” Barrett waved a hand for me to keep talking and I remembered I was on the phone. “Yes, we’re in Brooklyn.”
“It’s six-thirty in the morning, Ray. What the hell are you doing there?”
“I have no idea. But I’m with Barrett and we need someone to bring us a phone so we can get a ride home.”
“I have your phone.”
“What? How do you have my phone?”
“Hale gave it to me.”
