Wrong Number, Right Grizzly (Dial M For Mates #7)

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need.

When my phone rings and I don’t recognize it, I ignore it. Full stop. Never once have I regretted that habit… until today.

The message left on my voicemail was a plea for help, his car stuck on a country road as the rain cascades down. He had meant to call a tow company, but got me instead. No big deal. I just need to call him back, right? Wrong?

Cell service dies one ring in and I’m left with one two choices: Hope they called someone else in the 20 seconds it...

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need.

When my phone rings and I don’t recognize it, I ignore it. Full stop. Never once have I regretted that habit… until today.

The message left on my voicemail was a plea for help, his car stuck on a country road as the rain cascades down. He had meant to call a tow company, but got me instead. No big deal. I just need to call him back, right? Wrong?

Cell service dies one ring in and I’m left with one two choices: Hope they called someone else in the 20 seconds it took me to try and call them back or go and try to help them myself. I pick the latter.