A few minutes later Señor Medena answered the phone.
A few seconds later Alex answered the phone.
A glance at her phone made her roll her eyes.
A half hour later, with Dean never having removed the phone from his ear, they were ready to leave for the airport.
A phone call excused him from hearing more of the robust bragging.
A phone call interrupted further discussion.
A phone call interrupted the conversation.
A quick search of the Montrose phone book surprisingly found a listing that seemed to be what he was seeking.
A series of phone calls followed.
According to the brief phone call, the ten-year-old girl's natural mother, another loser like faux foster mother Janet, had been recently discharged to a halfway house after doing hard time in the state's Cañon City facility.
After a series of clicks, the lieutenant barked into the phone.
After a series of phone calls to Denver and some monstrous lies, Dean managed to finagle a slot on the bike tour, not an easy accomplishment given the short time before the popular event.
After an hour-long attempt to expel his wired energy, he returned to his room to the sound of his cell phone ringing.
After he returned my phone, he wrote down all our names and pertinent information.
After I hung up the phone, I plodded to the kitchen where I found a half bottle of Canadian Club.
After she hung up, she made sure her cell phone was on and then headed for the kitchen.
After some time, Jackson fell asleep then woke to his phone.
After this last incident, Bill insisted that Katie get a phone.
An older, harmless-looking man with white hair and beautiful emerald eyes stood near the door, holding out a phone.
Any cell phone intercepts on why he's in town?
Are the phone lines compromised?
As Dean ate his one poached egg, absent toast, the phone rang.
As Dean was setting the hall night-light, the phone rang.
As he started up the stairs, the phone rang.
As long as I had the phone in my hand, I dialed Dan Brennan.
As she opened the oven door to put the chicken in, her cell phone rang.
As soon as Dean heard the name, he took the phone from Randy.
As soon as the mother entered the house, he pocketed the phone, scaled the fence at a low corner, crossed to the surprised boy in a few steps, and placed a rag over his face.
As they were leaving the building, the phone rang.
As usual, the phone rang until her voicemail picked up.
Awkwardly jammed in the back seat, she sneaked a look at the occupants in the front of the car and withdrew her phone.
Because of his suspicion the phone was bugged, Dean did not try to call Cece Baldwin when he arrived home after midnight, home to a still empty house.
Before leaving the Beaumont, he looked at the recently published Ouray phone book.
Before making his phone call, he ordered a Coors just to get a feel for the place and adjust his eyes to the meager light.
Before she recovered from the shock, the man knocked the phone from her hand and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.
Betsy reluctantly took the phone.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
Betsy spoke to Martha on the phone after dinner while Molly and I walked Bumpus.
Brennan gave me the phone number even though I didn't agree to call.
Brennan picked up his phone on the first ring.
Burgess hesitated, and agreed, but when Dean asked for a phone number to follow up, Burgess said he didn't have one.
But all his good intentions and promises went up in smoke minutes later with another phone call.
But as Dean hung up the phone he had no illusions about the pledges ever coming to fruition.
But before Cynthia could reply, the phone interrupted.
But Julie doesn't know you're sessions are by phone or what causes the terrible dreams, does she?
Cellular phone use is prohibited in the restaurant.
Confused, she concentrated on gripping the phone.
Cynthia accepted the news well, first on the phone amid post wedding hubbub, and the next day when he met her stepping off the plane.
Cynthia Byrne apologized for not answering the phone.
Cynthia finished her conversation and hung up the phone.
Cynthia had received a phone call from the Boston sisters telling her their flight was delayed and they weren't now expected until late afternoon.
Cynthia was on the office phone to New Jersey, doing "wedding things," as she described them.
Cynthia was scraping sugar off her knees when he told her about the phone call.
Cynthia was still on the phone so after Dean introduced himself he completed the paperwork, without comment or acknowledgment that he knew Ryland's relationship to Bird Song's other guest Edith Shipton and her son.
Damian Bylun stared at the phone.
Damian turned the cell phone back on and emerged into the warm evening air from the Marriott's conference room, the random place chosen by his spy chief for this week's intelligence briefing.
Darian lowered the phone, losing hope once again, when it vibrated.
Dean answered a phone call—a six-month-early summer reservation—while waving to the departing guests.
Dean asked Harrigan to work up his end of the report on the Byrne matter and make a few last minute return phone calls to neighbors, just to dot the I's.
Dean awoke Monday morning with Annie Quincy's words still ringing in his ears, and the phone ringing on his nightstand.
Dean caught Randy smiling as he turned from the phone but pretended not to notice.
Dean didn't tell Cynthia about his phone conversation with Whitehouse.
Dean explained the phone call from Indiana and Cynthia's general displeasure, particularly with Jerome Shipton.
Dean grabbed the paper, gave a glance to the parlor and picked up the portable phone.
Dean had already overstayed his visit, so with promises to return if he had any more questions and to keep in telephone contact, he took his leave, shaking Cynthia Byrne's hand and waving to Janice Riley, who was again on the phone.
Dean had no more than hung up from yet another unsuccessful telephone try when the phone rang.
Dean handed the phone to his wife as the light went on like in the comic books—a flashing bulb of inspiration.
Dean left word with the attendant that he would phone the coroner and the Norfolk police in the morning.
Dean moved behind a post, trying to get what little privacy the squad room and the length of his phone cord allowed.
Dean picked up the hall phone, and resting the phone book on his lap began calling lodging establishments.
Dean said as the others returned to work, Rita shaking her head in disgust and Harrigan trying to talk on the phone by sticking a finger in one ear.
Dean shook his head no just as the phone rang from the front hall.
Dean slammed down the phone as he grabbed his coat and rushed for the door.
Dean tried to remember his earlier phone conversation with Mrs. Glass.
Dean was waiting for the sound of the coin dropping into the pay phone when he was startled to feel a hard object jammed in his rib cage and hear a voice say, Nice and easy, guy.
Dean went through the motions of checking the phone anyway, but found what he expected, absolutely nothing.
Dean wondered if his phone might be tapped.
Dean yelled to the empty phone, slamming down the receiver and mashing his pillow into a ball.
Deidre glared at the phone, comparing Logan's unconcerned response with Dr. Wynn's kindness.
Detective came up to us, his phone in hand.
Detective Hunter advised the Sentinel by phone that tidal conditions on the Chesapeake might make retrieving a body difficult.
Did you lose your phone on the beach?
Do you have your cell phone with you?
Do you have your cell phone?
Don't answer the phone when it rings.
Down one hallway, she heard the ring of a phone.
Dusty asked, glancing up from his phone.
Dusty hung up the phone and gazed at the screens.
Dusty pocketed the phone.
Dusty pulled his phone free and saw Toni's number flash across the screen.
Dusty tossed his phone on the nightstand and set the alarm clock.
Dusty's phone dinged, and he retrieved it.
Each of us took turns thanking Merrill Cooms personally on the phone although he insisted it was unnecessary.
Elisabeth stared straight ahead, then picked up her cell phone and walked out of the kitchen.
Ethel yelled into the phone, loud enough for Tom DeLeo to hear at the next desk.
Every phone call you make.
Every time the phone rang for a year, we were sure someone had found the body.
Every time the phone rings, we jump.
Extracting the cell phone from its sheath, she dialed Alex.
Finally, sitting by the statue in Duffy Square, I made the phone call.
Fred didn't have a chance to bellyache at the compromise before the phone interrupted.
Fred was so sticky-sweet on the phone with the landlady that Dean took a break and used the john just so he wouldn't have to listen to the dribble.
Fred was still gabbing on the phone so Dean shared with his wife the last of the turkey salad, extended mileage from the Christmas turkey of ten days earlier.
Friday was the second day in a row to begin with a phone call from Ethel Rosewater.
From a pay phone in the lobby of the large building, he placed a call to the Parkside Police Department.
From somewhere nearby, she heard someone else's phone ringing and stepped out of the way, off the path running along the beach.
Furious, her glare went from the phone in his hand to his gaze.
Give me her phone number in Indiana.
Glancing around to make sure Destiny was still safely in the little pen inside the barn, she pulled the phone from its holster on her side and called Alex.
He began to pace, nearly screaming into the phone, "Where is she?"
He called the house and Mom answered the phone.
He emerged into the alley in time to see her replace a phone in her pocket.
He excused himself and asked the owner if he could make a phone card call and did so, but was unsuccessful in reaching Cynthia.
He filled Fred in on the details of Edith's visit and Cynthia's late night phone call and the abrupt end to the conversation.
He filled out the paperwork on his visit to Norfolk and answered some of his phone messages.
He flipped through the address book in his phone and dialed the Watcher.
He glanced at her then back, hanging up the phone.
He hadn't discouraged the short telephone calls with Connie on his phone.
He handed the old man ten dollars and was handed a slip of paper with the phone number from the rental sign Mrs. Glass was apparently an early riser and answered the phone on the second ring.
He handed the phone to Carmen.
He handed the phone to me as a manager or hotel big-wig came out of the back to check on the crises.
He held a phone to his ear.
He held the phone for a few moments while Mrs. Riley checked.
He hung up and tucked the phone away, amused.
He hung up the phone and stormed out to the hall and donned his winter coat.
He made a mental note to send a piece of jewelry to her hotel room to assuage guilt over the promised phone call that would never happen.
He pretended he needed time to make a few more phone calls but I could see he was disappointed by the delay.
He pulled his phone free, realizing neither Toni nor Darian had checked in for a couple of hours.
He pulled out his phone to text Damian.
He pulled out his phone, texted Bianca, and waited, willing the message to make it to her in the in-between world where he'd accidentally sent her.
He reached for the phone book.
He released her and tucked the phone in his pocket.
He remembered that her phone went straight to voicemail the morning after the full moon.
He snatched her neck and shoved the phone at her.
He snatched the phone and rolled down the window, tossing it.
He stepped out on the front porch, phone to his ear as his gaze probed through the trees.
He stood in the center, one phone at his ear while he texted on another.
He studied the small man infatuated with his phone.
He tested his new phone by sending Damian and Jule a text. 911.
He then asked if he might use her telephone with his phone card.
He took out his phone and called her.
He tossed her an it's-all-right and, ignoring three more strangers in suits and the crowded parlor, went directly to the phone.
He tucked the phone away and met her gaze, watching the emotions that crossed her face.
He wanted to check the phone but was afraid he might tip his hand if he disturbed it, so he touched nothing.
He was around nearly every day now, and when he didn't show up, he called on the phone.
He was hanging up the phone when Cynthia emerged from the shower, pink and sweet smelling.
He whipped out his phone and trotted down the stairs, typing a response to one of the many texts he'd received.
He would tell them on the phone in a few weeks.
He'd been so excited about his phone.
He's never spoken on the phone; it's only Julie's word and I'm sure she'd retract anything she said earlier.
He's spent half the day on the phone with his shrink-doctor.
He's worried since you didn't answer the phone.
Her cell phone had no signal, her head throbbed, and the coffee pot was empty.
Her cell phone was in her pocket, but Alex probably figured she didn't have it with her.
Her father had tried to call twice, and she tossed the phone on the bed.
Her hand went to her phone.
Her phone and computer are monitored.
Her phone began to ring again as she slid into a dead faint.
Her phone rang, and she saw Dr. Mallard's number flash on the screen.
Her phone rang, and she snatched it.
Her phone vibrated as she trotted down the stairs, and she glanced down, smiling to see he'd texted.
Her replacement cell phone rang, jarring her.
His note pad was ever present and he spent a considerable amount of time on the phone.
His only phone message sounded like the same person who had telephoned the house the night before—again leaving neither name nor number.
His phone dinged again, and he glanced down.
His phone dinged and drew him from his thoughts.
His phone dinged with a message from Han, and he pulled it from his pocket.
His phone dinged, and he looked down at one of the zillion text messages he received from any number of his Guardians every day.
His phone dinged, and he pulled it out to see the odd text message.
His phone rang again, and he answered, trailing Bianca to an elevator.
His phone rang, and he answered, expecting the woman to return his call with a few dozen apologies.
His phone rang, and he snatched it from the dashboard.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
His phone vibrated, and he withdrew it.
His phone was destroyed and his power drained.
However, as soon as Dean explained his suspicions concerning the bugging of their phone, he captured Fred's full attention.
However, when the phone rang—one a reservation, the other a lengthy call for Fred from his current beloved—Cynthia jumped like a startled rabbit.
Howie joined me, after I hung up the phone.
I ain't leaving the house—maybe make a few phone calls from time to time.
I assigned everyone a ring tone and put their phone numbers in it, he said, looking somewhat proud.
I bought her one of those phone cards so she can call without Shipton knowing about it.
I bought one of those answering machines and I let the phone ring until it gives my messages and I find out who's calling.
I couldn't find nothing on Josh without a last name, but Ed Plotke was in the phone book for six years between 1956 and 1962.
I did so from a Times Square pay phone.
I didn't want to tell you this on the phone.
I dropped to the ground as he yanked the phone from its base and flung it across the room.
I dug this out of a box of electronics upstairs and programmed it to be your new phone.
I even read the list to Mrs. Byrne over the phone.
I feel terrible I slipped up and they traced the phone call but it's not the end of the world.
I gave him Frank Vasapolli's phone number and told him I would pass along his number to Frank if I thought it was needed.
I gave you the phone number when you asked for it, didn't I?
I get a lot of phone calls from people snooping for more information but I tell them I print everything I know.
I have a new phone for you, too.
I have some phone calls to make.
I heard the faint sound of a phone ringing downstairs.
I heard the phone ringing.
I just looked at that phone number you called—Brunel's number—when I was putting it in my notes.
I just want to get a look at who's bugging the phone.
I know the motel where they are staying so the cell phone I've already discarded wasn't necessary.
I left the phone off the hook, retreated back to the bedroom and with my heart racing, I closed the door behind me.
I left word I'd call from the airport in the morning and set my phone alarm in time for my early departure.
I never should have answered his phone call.
I passed the phone to Molly who'd just arrived.
I picked up the phone as Betsy closed my office door and sat next to me.
I picked up the phone for my next chore as Betsy, with Molly in hand, peeked in my office.
I played dumb but I figured my phone lines were tapped and big brother had his eye on me twenty-four, seven.
I remembered a hall phone so I dialed 911.
I remembered passing a hall phone just off the living room.
I said into the phone, while looking at Molly.
I spent 20 minutes on the phone with Mrs. Glass.
I spent so much time on the phone talking to the Calvias she wouldn't have gotten through, Cynthia said the next morning, after breakfast was cleared, the wash loaded, and domestic matters reasonably settled—a momentary break.
I spoke with her on the phone around Christmas and mentioned I was coming to Ouray for some ice climbing.
I talked to Lydia on the phone.
I thought only briefly before giving him Daniel Brennan's phone number.
I thought that was TV nonsense until a few minutes later the phone rang and damned if he hadn't done just that!
I told a man on the phone, who didn't identify himself, that Edith Shipton wasn't registered at Bird Song.
I took a deep breath and called After on a throw away phone.
I turned to my wife as I hung up the phone.
I was a wreck when you didn't answer the phone.
I was concerned when you didn't answer your phone.
I went back to my computer to retrieve a phone number, then on to the secure phone line.
I'd barely put the phone down before it rang again.
I'd planned to ask Quinn and Martha to come in so I could tell them what I'd learned but the more I considered it, I decided a phone call was sufficient.
I'd talk to the guy if I thought it would accomplish something but he'll just say he didn't do it and it would be a waste of a phone call.
I'll make some phone calls, but we should get started as soon as possible, even before we're granted permission.
I'm going to make some phone calls.
I'm not used to having a phone in the house, much less carrying a cell phone.
I'm still scared to death to pick up the phone," she said, and added, "Please, call me Cynthia," when he addressed her more formally.
If anyone could trace a disposable phone, they could.
If he had left it at 'next time, take your phone', she would have felt compelled to argue.
If he's dead set on questioning relatives, he can do it by phone.
If I didn't have a pregnant wife practically begging me, I wouldn't even be making this phone call.
If it couldn't wait, they would have called me on my cell phone.
If she hadn't left her phone in the bedroom all morning, she would have known.
If you're in a hurry connect to the cafe's modern online ordering system via your laptop or cell phone.
In fact, if you refuse me now, I'll kill him before I hang up the phone.
In four hundred thousand years, he hadn't learned to answer a phone right?
In that moment, she squirmed from his hands and screamed again, scrambling to reach the cell phone on the floor.
In the distance, she heard her cell phone ring.
In the end, she typed a smiley face and locked her phone before changing into gym clothes and making her way to the gym.
In view of the lateness of the hour, Dean pulled into a pay phone and called the office to check his messages.
Is he listening to your phone call?
Is your phone at home busted? he asked as he sat down and asked Priscilla for a coffee.
It contained a name and a phone number.
It described how Timothy's mother had left her son in their enclosed yard to answer a phone call.
It had been a perfect day at Bird Song—until the phone call came and tanked any semblance of tranquility into a mire of despair.
It occurred to her to prompt Alex on the phone, but how would she broach the subject?
It was an independent lab and when Cynthia took a bathroom break and freed the phone, he telephoned.
It was three miles before he came to a closed gas station, but there was a phone booth outside.
It was your bug on my phone, wasn't it?
It's pretty hectic around here, she said, motioning toward the phone.
Jerome Shipton passed Dean in the hall, holding the side of his head, and left the building as Dean hung up the phone.
Jule looked up from strapping a knife to his calf and accepted the phone.
Jule pulled out his phone, and Dusty sat in front of the computer.
Julia answered the phone and called to Brandon.
Just as Dean was about to follow Harrigan out the door, Rita turned from the phone to tell Dean he had a visitor downstairs.
Just don't overload the phone bill if I come up with some names.
Just watch the phone bill.
Katie clicked the phone off and looked at the five-year-old doing wind sprints across her apartment.
Katie drew the phone away from her head and stared at it, willing herself to wake up.
Katie set the phone on the table and stared at the kid's drawings on the fridge.
Katie was thinking of how much whiskey it'd take to dull the edge of her headache when the phone rang.
Kiki glanced at him and whipped out a mobile phone.
Linda whipped out a phone to text Lon.
Lisa put the phone back to her ear, still watching Yancey cautiously.
Make sure Bianca's phone is tagged as well.
Martha and Betsy spoke frequently on the phone.
Martha answered and with a strange look on her face, turned the phone over to Howie.
Martha handed her the phone and I could tell by the look that quickly appeared on her face, it was not good news.
Martha sounded horrible on the phone.
Me and my friend here would have gone out dancing 'cept she has to mind the phone.
Me too, thought Dean as the hall phone rang and Cynthia hurried in to answer it.
Miracle of miracles, Cynthia picked up the phone on the first ring.
Molly and Betsy elected to go home leaving me to mind the store and deal with Daniel Brennan's phone call without interruption.
Mrs. Riley set down the phone and moved to the door to answer it.
Much as he disliked making Fred wait, he decided to put off the task until nine o'clock but another phone call forced a change of plans.
Much as they detested having to make the phone call, both knew it was necessary.
Mumbling curses, he answered the phone.
My cell phone alerted me to a message.
My darling, I expected a phone call.
My frustration forced action of some sort so I picked up the phone and dialed Howie and Julie's room at the Four Seasons in Santa Barbara.
My phone call didn't break it up?
My ringing cell phone shattered my concentration.
My wife and I had promised each other to remain constantly in phone contact after the close calls in New Hampshire.
My wife and I stopped at a closed filling station in Connecticut and with Martha's notes in hand I attempted to phone the authorities.
Naw. My guys found a forwarding address someplace out west but there's no phone hooked up yet.
Neither mentioned the late night phone call during Edith's nocturnal visit nor Cynthia's sudden, unannounced return.
Next time take your phone.
No sooner had Fred hung up than the phone rang again.
No sooner had it expired when the phone took up the chorus.
No. But when they can't contact you by phone, they'll come back to me.
Nonsense, you're not putting us out, but you're more than welcome to use the phone... and please call me Sarah.
Nothing led Dean to believe she was more than someone befriended by Byrne but he was anxious to learn if this new phone message would change this opinion.
Now, half a year later, came the feared phone call informing them that Martha too was leaving.
Oh, I left the phone off the hook.
On the spur of the moment he picked up the phone and dialed Cece Baldwin, a number he now had committed to memory from the many unsuccessful times he'd made the call.
Once again, the phone rang unanswered at the Indiana location.
Once Dean introduced himself, he sat with the phone several inches from his ear, unable to inject a word as she built up her tirade.
Only after she tossed back a couple of painkillers did she pick up the phone.
Only the two gran it will take to put the lines down this way, and cell phone reception is unreliable.
Outside her room, Han whipped out his phone to text Damian with an irritated sigh.
Pealing off her gloves, she headed for the phone.
Pierre tossed her a familiar cell phone as they entered the mansion.
Pierre was unfazed by his raised voice and continued playing a game on his phone.
Pierre's phone dinged, and he opened it again.
Pleased that one thing was going right, Damian tucked the phone away.
Poor Maria, as good as she is, can't be much help on the phone if she don't speak the language.
Randy Byrne answered the phone and seemed surprised to hear Dean's voice.
Realizing she clenched the phone in her hand, she locked the screen and sat staring at the asphalt.
Reminded he didn't give Bianca the rules he gave Darian and Sofi, he retrieved his phone.
Rita Angeltoni, the token skirt, as she referred to herself, was usually there banging on her keyboard or answering the phone while keeping the quartet in line.
Ryland shook his hand goodbye as Dean cradled the phone to his shoulder.
She called the house phone.
She didn't see Damian until afternoon, when he strolled into the library from sparring, ear to a cell phone.
She fingered the small teal evening purse hanging around her wrist, where her cell phone was.
She flipped her phone open.
She flipped her phone shut and stared absently at the table.
She gave him a puzzled smile and reached out to take the phone he held out.
She grabbed her cell phone from the floor and dialed 911.
She grabbed her phone and called Katie.
She had doubted, too—she had hung up the phone.
She had no phone, no way of contacting Dusty or Jenn or Darian.
She heard the phone ring and followed the sound.
She held her hand up as the phone rang.
She hid the phone as Talon glanced over his shoulder again to ensure she followed.
She hung up and tossed Damian the phone.
She hung up the phone, gripped the steering wheel hard and drove.
She is the one from Surry and her name is listed as Elizabeth in the phone book but they call her Betty, or Becky or some foolish diminutive.
She left the library to return Damian's phone.
She looked from the computer screen to the phone with the flashing red light.
She made her way to the notebook near the desk phone.
She marched back to the kitchen, but didn't even get through the door before the phone rang again.
She obliged quickly, tensing as she waited for him to finish with her phone.
She patted the pocket in her skirt containing the paper on which Jule had scribbled down the phone number of the towering man before her.
She pulled her phone out to call Sarah.
She pulled the phone away from her ear and glared at it.
She pulled the phone from her pocket and glanced at the blank display.
She put her cell phone on its charger and explored the house, admiring his taste in everything from furniture to paintings to simple décor.
She saw the thaw from the cactus daring anyone to touch him to the man she'd spoken to on the phone.
She selected the address book on the phone.
She sent the text then tucked the phone in her pocket, praying they could track her with the tag Toni placed there.
She set the phone down and retrieved her sweater from the dryer.
She shook her head and focused on her phone again, willing Logan to return one of her dozens of calls or texts.
She shook too hard to pull her phone free from her pocket and call for help.
She shoved the phone and her hands in her pockets to keep them warm as she picked her way through the littered alley.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and forced herself to smile as she faced Jonny, who'd been in training since shortly after she awoke.
She sneaked a peek at her phone, agitated that Darian hadn't been at all concerned with the situation he left her in.
She sounded thrilled about the baby, on the phone.
She squeezed the steering wheel then reached into her coat pocket for her cell phone.
She stared in the space he'd occupied and looked at the phone.
She stopped a safe distance from him, unable to reconcile the man on the phone with the man before her.
She suggested he take the cell phone but then remembered it was useless in the high mountains.
She tried to question me on Howie's reaction to my phone call, but I remained mum.
She turned as an officer shoved a cell phone at her.
She was cleaning the oven when the phone rang.
She was scared to turn around, almost as if afraid he'd be passing out his phone number to every lithe, beautiful Amazonian they passed.
Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call her father as she made her way towards the street.
Shortly after he said he heard a phone ringing.
So far, he's not returned phone calls.
Sofia hung up the phone, feeling as if she were emerging from a stupor for the first time in months.
Sofia put her purse down and tucked her phone into her jeans.
Sofia's phone vibrated, and she pulled it out, wondering who had her number.
Somehow, between her and Martha, Quinn and Howie agreed to run a trip back while we remained in New York in phone contact.
Someone wants you on the phone.
Supper was pancakes—Dean cooking, and Fred complaining and serving Cynthia, who still had a phone glued to her ear.
Suspecting Ving had made a couple of hurried phone calls, she let the call go to voicemail.
Tamer pulled out his cell phone and scowled.
That was Martha on the phone!
That's why I called your house phone.
The ad was just a box at the paper and no phone number.
The announcement went on to describe what the young boy was wearing and listed a tip line phone number to call with information.
The bedspread was pulled back enough to prop up the pillow by the phone, but the bed had not been uncovered for sleeping.
The bump jarred the cell phone loose, and it fell in the space between the seat and door.
The Deans jumped at every ring of the phone for the balance of the afternoon, but there was no further word.
The detective's knock was answered by a woman who introduced herself as Janice Riley, the neighbor he had spoken to on the phone.
The door was ajar and the phone was on the hall table.
The emergency network had not been utilized, which meant that by morning one of the high-ranking men hiding underground would be on the phone to General Greene to complain about the lack of gin.
The family lived in Chicago and hadn't provided a phone number when they registered at Bird Song.
The first call was from a pay phone in Lynn, Massachusetts.
The guy says you lied to him on the phone.
The La Cumbre one; that sound most likely; do you have a phone number?
The lieutenant's wife Marian answered the phone.
The line was silent for so long that she checked her phone to see if the call had been dropped.
The longer Howie spoke on the phone, the more I felt guilty that we were manipulating him into a parlor game at the expense of his privacy.
The note on the refrigerator said he'd be back in a couple of days and would check in by phone.
The nurse handed her a thin blanket and pointed to the phone.
The only halfway pleasant phone call came from Norm Hunter in Norfolk.
The only phone message was from Ethel Rosewater.
The phone call to Daniel Brennan cranked up our level of anxiety several notches.
The phone continued to ring while Janet contemplated an answer.
The phone didn't even wake her.
The phone interrupted any further discussion of electronic larceny.
The phone rang and went to voicemail.
The phone rang four times and Carmen was ready to hang up when Katie answered.
The phone rang four times before a sleepy male voice answered.
The phone rang more than a dozen times before a man with groggy voice answered.
The phone rang to voice message!
The phone rang twice and Randy tripped as he dashed across the room to answer.
The phone rang twice while he worked, both times answered by Fred who sounded as if he was booking another guest.
The phone rang twice, both calls from Fred's lady friends, who were anxious for his return.
The phone rang, causing all three to jump, thinking it might be Martha.
The phone rang, precluding a pithy rejoinder, and as Cynthia was elbow-deep in dishwater, Dean answered.
The phone slammed in his ear like a truck backfiring.
The phone slipped out of my trembling hands.
The phone was answered by a woman who identified herself as Mrs. Riley, a neighbor.
The phone was as busy as the Bird Song household this Monday morning.
The phone was in the kitchen and we gave Howie privacy.
The phone was ringing from its place in his jeans pocket.
The phone woke me up, even though it wasn't very loud.
The ringing went unanswered, but at least the phone hadn't been disconnected.
The scream that came through made Elisabeth pull the phone away from her ear.
The three moved with her, Pierre speaking tersely in French on the phone.
The time on her phone was the same as when they'd entered this strange world.
The two men downed a second cup of coffee as Dean brought Fred up to date, relating his phone conversation with Cece Baldwin.
The vamp snatched the phone from her pocket and stepped away, hands raised.
The Watcher returned his gaze to his phone, reading a text.
Then a woman in the background said something about them all moving to this keen town and the woman on the phone laughed, like it was a joke.
Then Howie asked if we'd try to run a session this weekend, long distance, by phone.
Then I'll just check 'em out from here by phone.
Then she asked, "Did you tell her about the phone call?"
Then she kissed him and asked, "Who was on the phone, flannel guy?"
Then, as if explaining her long distance telephone expenditure added, "She got a free phone card for listening to a time share pitch."
Then, as if on cue, the phone began to ring.
There was a pay phone near the door but it was out of order.
There was another phone call from the state authorities as Jennifer was leaving.
There was the sound of a phone being shuffled from one person to another, then a flat, deep male voice.
There were four phone messages in Dean's absence.
There were no clocks and she had no cell phone.
There were too many lengthy phone calls to Massachusetts and minimal attention to our other life.
There's been some anonymous phone calls over Billy Langstrom's death.
There's no listing in the Scranton phone book for this guy either!
They called us—when the phone was working.
They came from the same direction as the phone.
They say in all the manuals I never should do this on the phone but you deserve to be the first to know.
They've got a directory the size of the Philadelphia phone book.
This here's the phone number of the current muck amuck.
This is phone is a throw away but I'm not even sure how good it is.
Toby yelled into the phone.
Toni grinned, took his phone, and swapped SIM cards with the new one.
Toni held up a sleek phone and Bluetooth earpiece.
Traci crossed to the kitchen door just as Ving hung up the phone.
Truly thrilled about the start to her new life, she folded the phone and dropped it into her pocket.
Turn your cell phone on and ignore the land line.
Two days after landing in the United States, Dean received a phone call from Fred O'Connor, the stepfather he'd yet to meet, informing him his mother was gravely ill.
Was he the reason Alex had hopped on the phone so quickly, and was he the person Alex had been meeting, not Lori?
We agreed to limit our test to one phone call.
We can't have a gang hanging around a phone booth.
We didn't even remain on the phone so sure we were that it wouldn't prove to be a crime.
We have an address and phone number.
We talked on the phone half the day, to some lawyer guy.
We turned the phone over to Molly who wanted to offer her condolences to Howie.
We were startled by the ring of my cell phone.
We would restrict our altruistic activity to weekends and possibly an evening or two a week by phone, if it worked.
We're not looking for stuff we can read in the phone book or the newspaper.
We're trying to get a fix on Mrs. Gustefson's cell phone.
What about sessions totally conducted by phone?
What that guy Able Whitehouse said on the phone still bothers me.
When Dean questioned her, she told of receiving a phone call concerning that same property some weeks earlier.
When Dean replaced the phone and glanced up, the tall figure of Jonathan Winston was standing next to his desk, smiling down and, as usual, impeccably dressed.
When Dean returned to the motel, the adjoining doors were open and Cynthia Byrne sat on the edge of her bed with one hand holding a phone and the other with a wet face cloth pressed to her forehead.
When Dean rushed into Bird Song, Cynthia was standing in the hall, the phone at her ear.
When he finished eating, he called the Indiana number, letting the phone ring a dozen times.
When her phone rang again, she stretched for it and found she couldn't move.
When I finally put the phone down, I was exhausted.
When I hear from him, I'll give him your phone number.
When Lori ended the phone call, Carmen invited her to eat supper and was surprised when she accepted.
When the phone finally rang, Dean jumped to answer.
When the phone rang for the fourth time, Dean assumed it was either a call for reservations or more discussion on the upcoming New Jersey wedding plans, but Cynthia held the phone against herself and called to her husband.
When the phone went straight to voice mail, he hung up without leaving a message.
Where is there a pay phone nowadays?
Which lucky lady was on the phone?
While Bird Song waited, Mrs. Worthington, prompted by Fred's phone call, went to the campground to see if she might catch the couple left before they left.
While Cynthia took her shower, Dean made a few phone calls, asking for Ms. Dawkins, but after a dozen tries, he came up empty.
While Martha was on the phone trying to get our air conditioning system checked, I had a few moments alone with my wife.
While she denied any knowledge of her phone number being in Shipton's room, Dean questioned if she was telling the truth.
While the Deans discussed contacting the state once more, both agreed another phone call would be as fruitless as earlier ones.
Why, I'd use a pay phone and one not too close by!
With every step toward the phone she told herself she shouldn't answer it – shouldn't lose her temper.
With his brain still churning from the phone conversation, it took sometime before his eyes focused on a penciled circle on one of the articles.
You have my purse and cell phone.
You left work and came over here just because I didn't answer the phone?
You sounded excited on the phone.
Yully ate quickly without touching her phone.
Yup. That was Martha on the phone.