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"Has anyone seen Rizzoli?", came an Irish brogue carried by a gravelly voice, followed by heavy footsteps.
"Hey kid, you think you can take these rebar to the construction site? The new guy sliced his arm pretty bad on a piece of sheet metal, so I gotta take over the loader while Josh takes him to the hospital".
"Sure thing, Mike", Damien responded without looking up, tossing a piece of scrap metal into a heap. "When do you want me to take them down there?".
"When you get off work, the site is on your street".
"Okay, no problem". Damien responded.
Suddenly the whistle went off for the yard to go on lunch break, and a few moments later, Damien's cell phone began vibrating.
Right on time, he thought to himself as he smiled and slid the phone out of his pocket. He slid his thumb horizontally across the screen and lifted it up to his ear.
"Hey babe", he said.
"Hey there handsome!", came a cheery female voice on the other end. "Did I catch ya on your break?".
"Yep, only a minute late", Damien responded, walking towards his truck.
"Good! So what's the plan for tonight?", Ellie asked.
"Dinner at my place? 8 O'clock?".
"Hmmm", she responded. "Sounds good, but I'm more interested in dessert if you get my meaning....", Ellie finished, giggling at the end.
Damien chuckled. "I'll see what I can do, baby".
"So how was your--", Ellie was cut off by a loud booming noise followed by screaming.
"E-Ellie? is everything alright?", Damien asked, his hand resting on the door to his pick-up truck.
"Oh my god!", he heard Ellie's voice cry out over the phone.
crack, crack, crack, Damien heard before a loud clattering noise.
"Ellie?!", Damien yelled into the phone.
When he realized he wasn't going to get a response, he climbed into his truck, put the key in the ignition and sped out of the yard towards the Downtown Atlas bank.