12After farewelling Elena outside Fanny’s, Vince headed home. He turned on the TV and spent five minutes watching the Fifth Test against the touring English team. ‘Low care factor,’ he told the dozing dog.
He switched off the TV, evicted Deefer, and fell into bed. Somnolent with emotional fatigue, he fell into a deep sleep. After what seemed like a few minutes, his phone started singing its familiar refrain. He was shocked to see it was just after three am.
‘Hanrahan.’
‘Colleen from the mid-floor, Doctor.’ An only too-familiar voice. ‘It’s Tracey Cartwright. Multi three. She’s got a high head and type one dips.’
Don’t like the sound of that. ‘What’s her cervix doing?’ said Vince, now wide awake.
‘She was seven centimetres when she hit the place ten minutes ago. Hopefully, she’ll crack
