23They pulled up outside the Timor Street clinic and found business was over for the day. They went straight into Vince’s room and he pulled the patient chair around to his side of the desk so Elena could see the computer screen.
She looked around the bare walls of his office. ‘Gee Doc,’ she said, ‘this is about as homely as the South Warrnambool netball club change rooms. This room has no personality at all.’
‘Suits me fine,’ said Vince, waiting for his computer to go through its paces. As he brought up Allan’s file, Elena suddenly exclaimed, ‘Doc, we’ve got to de-identify this information.’
Vince shrugged. ‘Bit late now, Sarge.’
‘IT fraud is the subject of my thesis, Doc. It’s about restricting access to privileged information, and this is a case in point.’
She peeled off a long pie
