Page 85 of Reinventing Cato
“Absolutely you are. Can I interest you in investing in the goldmine I’ve discovered in central London?”
Vigge chuckled.
“It’s a sure thing.”
“Hmm. I want you to do something for me. Get the lock changed on your door and don’t give a spare key to anyone.”
Cato’s smile vanished. “And you expect me to go back to sleep now?”
“Sorry.”
“You think someone was in here?”
“I had a split second to take in the position of our phones, wallets and my keys before your coat hit them. I might well have been mistaken. But best to play safe.”
After Vigge left, Cato showered and dressed. His thoughts ran on a loop. Not Pedro so that meant Sam. But why? Could it be Pedro?
He checked his phone, looking for anything unusual, but it looked okay. He changed his PIN again. Then he went over every inch of his room, searching for something out of place, an item missing, an item added, and found nothing to worry him.
He still worried.
Cato had to pay extra for a locksmith to come out on a Sunday, but the guy said he’d be with him around four thirty. That meant he’d have to hurry back after orchestra rehearsal. While he waited for the shops to open, he did some editing of a paper he was writing, then called his mother.
“Hi, Cato.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. The insurance company have provided a temporary vehicle, but your father and I are going to go and look for a new car this afternoon.”
“Have the police said more about what happened?”
“No. I don’t hold out any hope. No CCTV. No witnesses, just marks on the road to show where we both swerved. I suspect he was distracted and didn’t realise how far over the line he’d driven.”
“He?”
“It could have been a woman. I didn’t see. I suspect it was a man though. I think a woman would have stopped.”
“Oh, Mum. That’s very sexist and I don’t think it’s true anyway.”
“I’dhave stopped if I’d seen someone go into a ditch.”
“But so would I.”
She gave a quiet chuckle.
“Just as long as you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Any more news on the job?”
“Not yet.”
“We’re looking forward to the concert on Wednesday.”
Cato almost dropped his phone.
“Thank you for sending the tickets.”
“I…” Cato almost said that he hadn’t, but thought about the questions that would follow.Shit! How safe is my phone?Just because he hadn’t found any strange apps didn’t mean they weren’t there. “Great. See you then. Got to go. Love you.” He ended the call with shaking fingers.
