24‘We are Geelong, we’re always on the ball. We-e play the game as it should be played—’
The next morning Vince woke to the familiar sound of his mobile and realised it was after eight and he’d slept in big time. After Elena’s early-morning call, his mind had buzzed for the rest of the night with theories and possible explanations that might solve the puzzle and get him off the hook. One hook anyway. And if he was going down the gurgler over Polly Cotter, he might as well take whoever wrote that bloody script with him.
He picked up his singing phone and swapped one din for another. It was Lydia and she got straight down to business.
‘Vincent, don’t forget the girls’ Parent-Teacher interviews tomorrow night.’
He sat up and rubbed his head. ‘Hi Lydia, how’s life in the big city? Pleasure
