No, idiot, that would wipe out any number stored in the redial function. Without a cell, the best thing to do is just go over there and check with the pharmacist in person.
He settled yoga‑style onto the hardwood floor next to the phone and stared at it. What if the line is already disconnected? Why did whoever cleaned this place out leave it here? The phone, of all things. It's—
It rang.
He jumped a foot off the floor, and then stared at it.
A series of reasons flashed through his mind:
1)They know I'm here and they're going to warn me again to back off.
2)They know I'm here and the last incoming call here was from a number they don't want me to know about. I pick this up and I wipe out any chance of ever finding out what it was.
Don't answer it. This phone call is not intended to be helpful.
Not picking up the phone was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but he was determined to be disciplined.
He counted eleven rings and then he couldn't take it anymore and reached for the receiver.