I had my next target in my sights. Strangely enough, I didn’t find him at the club. I learned about him from the doctor who examined and X-rayed my fingers then removed the splints. I happened to mention that I’d checked out a couple of other doctors before him and hadn’t been impressed—especially with a Dr. Vane.
“I just…He seemed too cheap. Not that I mind cheap for some things, but not for medical care.”
“He’s a quack. If you’d decided to go to him the first thing he’d have told you was that he needed to be paid up front before he would even examine you.”
“He can get away with that?”
“He has so far,” the doctor replied tightly. “He deals primarily with patients who can’t afford insurance, and don’t know any better than to believe him when he tells them they need this or that kind of
