Page 341 of The Maxwell Brothers
“I don’t know. I thought you knew,” Travis said. “That’s why I was asking you.”
“No, I don’t.” I racked my brain, remembering that her niece had a fever. Had she turned worse?
"Maybe she messaged you," Tate suggested as I took my phone out of my suit jacket. I’d put it on airplane mode before I went with Reese into the meeting. I had a message from her.
Liz: Amy has the flu and is in the hospital. I’m going home for the day. I’m taking the bus. Rose is stressed out.
That was it. She’d sent it hours ago.
“She went home but hasn’t sent me any updates since this morning. Fucking hell, I need to find out what's going on. I need to be there for her. She’s having an emergency, and instead of reaching out to any of us Maxwells, she took the fucking bus to get home."
I swore again and dialed Liz’s number. She answered right away.
“Liz!” I said. “Are you okay? Where are you? How is Amy?”
“She’s severely dehydrated and needs an IV.” Her voice was shaking. “I’ve been on the phone with Mom the whole time, trying to calm her down.”
“Liz, babe?—”
“Oh no, she’s calling me again. Maybe she’s got an update. I’ll call you later. I’m going to be there in about half an hour.”
“I’ll—”
She hung up the next moment. I frowned, looking around at my brothers. “Her niece is sick. I'm going to grab the car and drive right there.”
“Can’t you fly?” Tate asked. “The car’s gonna take forever.”
“There’s no commercial airport nearby.”
To my astonishment, Travis laughed at me. "So you want to take the car?"
"Yeah."
He came up next to me, patting my shoulder. "You and Liz are a bit too alike."
“What do you mean?”
"You couldalsoask your fellow Maxwells if they have a better idea,” he said lazily, patting my shoulder again. "If only you had a brother who owned a helicopter."
I arrived in Sunnyvale an hour later. My head was spinning when I stepped out on the heliport. I’d worn headphones on the ride, but my ears were still ringing. This wasn't my favorite way to travel, but it definitely did the job. As a bonus, helicopters could land almost anywhere—they didn’t need airports.
The pilot waited until I was off the platform, and then I heard it take off. I told him there was no need to wait because I was going to spend at least one night here.
I immediately called Liz. I’d wanted to do it on the ride, but it was hellishly loud, and I had no signal.
"Declan!"
"Liz, where are you?"
"At the hospital."
"Text me the address, and I’ll be right there."
"What? How?"
"I flew in Travis’s helicopter. I’m currently on the platform, the one where you’ve got the ice rink in winter."
"Oh my God. I can’t believe this.” Her voice was full of anguish.
