32After a typical foot-to-the-boards Friday, Vince grabbed Chinese takeaway on the way home and flopped in front of the TV.
Elena had called in the morning and excused herself from their usual dinner date. ‘Sorry Doc, but I have to head down to the farm and do some cooking for Mum’s birthday on Sunday.’
‘Oh yeah, Sarge,’ he responded. ‘I’ve been officially invited to that celebration.’
‘Joey, I assume,’ she said with a laugh. ‘I told him it would be a waste of time asking you.’
Am I that much of a bloody grouch, thought Vince? Maybe I should go. Probably better than my current plan, which was to spend the day watching season four of ‘The Wire’. And worrying.
‘Well, as it turns out, I was to be working Sunday, but Pete Menzies wants me to swap it for tomorrow, so—let me just check my s
