Page 63 of Reinventing Cato
“Cuddly.”
“I thought you weren’t going to lie?”
“I have no problem with spiders and rats.”
“You are freaky. Oh, I know what we’ll do next. A Morris Dancing experience to which we’ll invite all your colleagues.”
“I’m not doing that.”
Cato gave an evil cackle and removed his hand. “Oh dear. Is it the bells you don’t like, the white trousers or the hitting with sticks?”
“Flapping the handkerchiefs. What if they’d used them and forgotten?” He mock-shuddered.
Cato laughed.
“I made soup and bread,” Vigge said. “You okay with going back to my place for lunch?”
“Youmadesoup and bread? Hell yes.” Cato stretched out his legs and sighed. “I got you a ticket for the concert you saw us rehearsing for. It’s next Wednesday, if you can come. Not a date, obviously, because we’ll be nowhere near each other. Though afterwards I might buy you a drink, or you can come back to mine for a coffee.”
“I’d love to come, assuming nothing major crops up at work.”
“Am I allowed to ask what sort of major thing might crop up?”
“Terrorist attack, bomb threat, significant fire. We all have to respond then. I’m part of the Bedfordshire, Cambridgeshire and Hertfordshire Major Crime Unit so I might get called to deal with an incident outside this county.”
“What’s a typical day like for you?” Cato slid his arm around Vigge’s neck and twisted his hair in his fingers.
Oh God.Vigge’s mind went blank.
“Typical day?” Cato prompted.
“Not sure there is such a thing. My team are generally handling several cases at the same time. Some are being prepared for court, some might already be in the trial process, others might be in the early stages of evidence gathering. And there’s those long-running investigations where we’re always hoping for a breakthrough.”
Cato was stroking Vigge’s ear now and lust coiled in his gut like a cobra.
“Cold cases,” Cato said.
“I’m not fond of calling them that. It implies they were closed because they were impossible to solve, so looking at them again has a built-in prospect of failure. Though there’s a separate team that look at older cases.”
“So nothing is impossible to solve?”
Cato was sliding his finger along the neck of Vigge’s T-shirt and Vigge felt it as a caress of his cock.
“There are bound to be crimes we can never crack. The further back the offence was committed, the less evidence that can be re-examined. Memories of witnesses have faded, or those witnesses are no longer around. Lots of things restrict the chance of success. But while families still long for answers, we do what we can. DNA being a case in point. We can retrieve it now in a way we couldn’t before, and people have been arrested after twenty years on DNA evidence.”
Cato moved his hand back to Vigge’s knee.
“We do something similar, don’t we?” Cato said. “Astrophysicists are trying to solve mysteries too, drawing evidence together after a significant event. And if the telescope isn’t in the right place at the right time, we’ve missed it anyway. There’ll always be secrets because unseen forces are at work in life and in space.”
Cato was kneading his thigh now. Any higher and he’d discover how much this was turning him on.
“Dark matter,” Vigge managed to say.
“Yep. Some doubt it exists, but because we can’t observe dark matter directly, doesn’t mean it isn’t real. Hey, I’m a super-star interstellar detective and you’re a lowly terrestrial one.”
“Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome.” Cato laughed and his fingers brushed Vigge’s groin.
