42
LET HER DOWN
Brennan opened the wrapper on the sub he picked up on his way to the hotel. He hated that he was here and his daughter wasn’t. Nor was it a simple trip for him to get to her if he needed to.
But his mother had her and there wasn’t anything to worry about.
He was three bites in when his phone rang, a number he didn’t recognize. It was a Boston one, so he answered.
“Hello.”
“Brennan, it’s Darin Nadar. Alana has been in a car accident.”
He stood up quickly. Alana’s father wouldn’t be calling him if it weren’t serious. “Is she okay?”
“She’s at the hospital. I got the call a few minutes ago. Her aunt is with her, but she’s unconscious. I know you’re in Boston. I’ve got a helicopter coming to get me and my wife. If you can get to the docks, we’ll wait for you.”
He was throwing all his stuff in his bag as quickly as he could while he talked.
The few bites of food he’d already eaten threatening to come up.
“I’m on my way.”
He raced out of the building as fast as he could pulling his luggage behind him, hoping the wheels didn’t start smoking.
The minute he was on the road, he was cursing up a storm over the traffic he had to maneuver around.
Between the shit with Rene, having to be here for work, and now this, he wasn’t sure the last time his nerves were this shot.
He’d even toyed with seeking Rene out again to see what was going on, but on the advice of his attorney was told to lie back.
Lying back was exhausting when everything in you said to throw the first punch.
He got to the docks and saw the helicopter in the distance. He’d never been to that side before, never needed it.
Helicopter rides for transportation weren’t something he’d ever considered.
He didn’t care about his luggage, but grabbed his laptop and raced to the helicopter.
Darin opened the door to the building and waved him in rather than him going to the side.
“Have you gotten any updates?” he asked.
“Sophia just called. She’s awake. She’s in pain and they are running tests to see if there is anything broken or she’s just bruised.”
He breathed out. “That’s good. What happened? Do you know?”
“You need to sign a few forms quickly and then we can take off. Egan is on the phone. He flew over to get us.”
“Sure. Yeah. Whatever.”
He turned when a big man walked out with an iPad in his hand. “You must be Brennan. I’m Egan Bond. Just needyou to fill this out, read, and sign this release. Got to keep documentation up to date.”
He shook hands with Egan, filled out the information as fast as he could and signed his name without reading the rest. Anything to get this moving faster.
“We’re good to go,” Egan said. “Ever ridden in a helicopter before?”
“No,” he said.
