18Elena had been sitting patiently by herself at Fannies for over half an hour when Vince suddenly appeared and flopped down in the chair opposite, completely knackered.
‘Hard day at the office, Doc?’
‘Up to my arse in alligators all day, Sarge.’
‘Flat out like a lizard drinking, eh?’
Vince smiled. Elena could certainly hold her own when it came to Aussie bush vernacular. Bit different to the ladies back in Canterbury.
‘You said it. And the twins are coming on the nine-forty train tonight. Don’t let me forget to pick them up, Sarge.’
‘Why are your Fridays always like this, Doc?’
‘By the end of the week,’ he answered slowly, munching on a fresh spring roll—his usual starter, ‘spot fires erupt into a big blaze and the punters panic as the weekend approaches. And to make matters worse,
