Flash #10

As promised, here's more about Mac.
Word Count: 19,021.
I am very behind my word count at this point. 50K seems a long way away.

Jo is at her desk when her cell phone rings. She’s thinking it is Sheila, telling her that school is closing early on account of the snow. When she checks, she find it is Mac’s number displayed and it gives her a little lift. Let it ring at least a couple times, she thinks. After all, Mac has taken his own sweet time getting in touch with her after their Christmas Party rendezvous. Figuring he has sweated enough she finally takes the call.
“Hey Killer,” she answers playfully.
“Um…my name is Ellen Marris,” an unfamiliar voice says.
“Ellen who?” Jo demands. “Why the hell you callin me on Mac’s phone?”
“Because…” she says in a shaky voice, and Jo’s insides plunge, “I work with Mac and I’m afraid I have some really bad news.”
“Say it,” Jo whispers.
“Mac got stabbed this morning…a man stabbed him.”
All the blood leaves the top half of her body. “Where?” Jo demands.
“In the reception area of the Community Center.”
“Not where in the world you stupid shit! Where in his goddamn body?”
“Oh. Right. Sorry. His chest…I’m afraid it was his chest.”
“Left side?” Jo pushes.
“Uh…I think, no,” Ellen stammers.
“You think NO?” Jo demands. “What are you, fuckin retarded? Right side or left side?!”
“It was my left,” she babbles on, “His right.” Jo has had enough of this worthless bitch.
“Where is he?”
“They just took him to Boston Medical Center.”
Jo hangs up.
She grabs at her things: coat, keys, purse and heads for the door.
“Where you goin?” someone asks her.
“Boston Medical,” she answers breathlessly.
Jo is unlocking her car before she realizes that it is covered in snow and she is still in her heels. She grabs the scraper from her glove compartment and clears her windshield. Tears are upon her without any warning. “Please God,” she whispers.