9‘We have a very strong policy on drugs at CLC,’ said Dr Ruth Robinson, aka ‘the Gollum’, peering over her large leather-inlaid walnut desk. ‘This ice epidemic is especially worrying.’
Sure Madam Headmistress, thought Vince. He bet there was ecstasy and cocaine floating around the hallowed grounds, but crystal meth would be a bit low rent for her Eastern suburbs darlings.
Dr Robinson had pale pop-out eyes, a plastic smile, and a sinuous body but none of the wheedling obsequiousness of the Tolkien character. In fact, she was direct and sledge-hammer blunt. Anyway, Vince was the one doing the pleading.
Benny’s gearbox had blown up during the week, so he’d caught the early train to Melbourne, then a suburban connection and walked the kilometre from the station to the imposing redbrick edif
