6‘You’re looking a bit flash, Sarge,’ Vince said as he sat down at Fanny’s café for his regular Friday dinner date. ‘Going out on the tear with the Lord of the Manor?’
Vince and local policewoman Elena Genovesi had a permanent weekly booking, and despite their two-year friendship they continued to refer to each other as ‘Sarge’ and ‘Doc’, even though the former was inaccurate and the latter hackneyed.
The two of them had put the café’s owner behind bars after the untimely deaths of two of Vince’s patients had threatened to transform his medical career from precarious to terminal. The combination of his professional salvation and a few reds had almost resulted in a more carnal expression of their friendship that night. But not quite. Just as well—local copper ten years his junior, him a d
