CHAPTER 28
BY THE TIME we got back to the hotel from the hospital, midnight had passed and dinner was nothing but a distant dream. All I wanted to do was go to bed, but as Joe and I crept through reception, the lanky frame of Smyth unfolded from a chair. Sonia’s boss.
“How is she?”
“Exhausted, and she’s suffering from hypothermia.”
“And her ankle?”
Daffyd and frog-guy had got back to the hotel ahead of us and no doubt spread the news.
“A hairline fracture and ligament damage.”
He winced visibly. “Ouch. Looks like she’ll be needing some time off.”
“The doctor said at least a week, and then she’ll be walking with crutches for another five.”
“What a pain.” He shook his head, and his droopy jowls wobbled like a Bassett Hound’s. “Excuse the pun. I had a chat with Berkeley and Rogers ov
