CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
By the time Mackenzie and Ellington showed up at the hospital, Timbrook was already checking out. She was signing the last of her paperwork on the visitor side of a row of glass partitions in the central lobby when the agents found her. She was signing with one hand and holding an ice pack to her nose with the other. She gave a half-hearted smile when she saw them approaching.
“What’s the verdict?” Mackenzie asked.
Timbrook slid the paperwork over to a woman behind a glass partition, turned to them, and sighed. “She broke it. Luckily, it won’t require surgery. The docs realigned it and I just need to keep it iced. I won’t lie, though…it hurts like a bitch.”
“Do you need a ride home?”
“No.” She then grinned sheepishly and added: “Tyler is on his way to pick me up.”
