Chapter 29
George came into the waiting room and took off his gloves and mask.
‘I thought you didn’t do surgery on a Saturday,’ said Zoe.
‘Tell that to the little French Bulldog that just had a caesarean.’ A plump middle-aged woman followed him out, glowing with pride and cradling two tiny, wriggling black puppies.
‘I can see how busy you are, George, but could you spare me a few minutes? It’s important.’
‘I’m all yours. Come into the office.’ He closed the door behind them. ‘What’s up?’
‘I have some questions about the dolphins at the centre.’
George washed his hands in a corner sink. ‘Fire away.’
‘Who deemed them unfit for release? Was that you?’
‘Me? No. I’ve told Bridget more than once that half those animals could be released tomorrow. She doesn’t listen. They’re crowd-puller
