Page 481 of End Game

High.

Down some.

Back up.

Then up harder.

And harder.

The last reading doesn't have a number.

Just HIGH.

I look at the timestamp.

Three minutes ago.

Part of me is relieved it hasn’t been that way for very long.

I swallow hard and hit call.

Her phone rings.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Nothing.

“Come on, baby.”

Voicemail.

I end it and call again.

Same thing.

I stand so fast the chair legs scrape hard across the floor.

One of my partners—who I hadn’t even realized had joined me—steps in front of me. “Griff?”

I don't answer him, because I'm already calling Ronan.

He picks up on the second ring. “Griffin?”

“Go upstairs and check on Cami.” My own voice doesn't sound like mine.

There is a beat of silence.

Then movement. “What happened?”

“Cami's Dexcom says HIGH, which means it’s probably above 400. She's not answering me. Go upstairs now.”

Footsteps.

Fast.