5Eventually Vince got through his morning session then had a long phone discussion with the VMIA case manager Bridget Ryan had arranged. She must have worded the bloke up about Vince’s past, because the case manager seemed wary to the point of being accusatory. And he’s supposed to be on my side, thought Vince with a shudder.
He was all too aware he still hadn’t rung the Australian Medical Board—the number of which he knew off by heart—but he told himself he was just too busy for the moment. Do it later. He was already running late for the meeting at the mid floor, so he bolted out the door, drove back to the hospital and sprinted up those familiar stairs.
‘Sorry I’m late guys,’ he said, wedging himself onto a stool next to the coffee machine in the midwives lounge. The three nurses from
