27After a gruelling day of hawking himself around the CBD, Vince finally nosed Benny out of the city and onto the Eastern Freeway, then took the Bourke Road off ramp en-route to the affluent leafy suburb of Canterbury.
His meetings had been a series of suits tapping on laptops and putting him through the third degree, with lots of frowns and mutterings. Little Lachie had been his customary little Hitler-self and even Bridget Ryan had been unusually cautious, like an oncologist giving a guarded prognosis to a punter with metastatic cancer.
He turned off Prospect Hill Road through the forbidding stone and iron gates of Canterbury Ladies College, pulled into the car park and found a spot amongst the Beemers and Landcruisers, and ran up the broad flagged steps to meet the girls. He was a few
