Garret looked back from where he stared out the window onto the hospital parking lot. “She is still in surgery,” he said evenly.
Max grumbled under his breath as he came further in to the waiting room. Vanessa was napping fitfully against Mark, who had an arm around her shoulders. Mark stared ahead of him with a blank expression. Garret changed his gaze back to an examination of the cars coming and going.
Max came to stand beside him. “It wasn’t your fault, Garret, just so you know. We found a missing rivet in one of the girders that supported your descent. The metal had apparently weakened, and somehow it missed inspection. When the metal snapped, it acted like a bullet.” Max raised his eyes to Garret’s profile. “I’ll have someone’s ass for that screw up.”