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Cato smiled. “I’m fine.”
“How much of what’s going on have you told Vigge?” She looked straight at him, her stare not far off glacial.
“I’m going to tell them about you,” Cato said. “Okay?”
Vigge nodded.
“Vigge’s a detective inspector with Bedfordshire, Cambridgeshire and Hertfordshire police. He’s the one person I know I can trust.”
“Oh.” She gaped at Vigge.
“You can trust us.” Cato’s father put his hand on Cato’s arm.
“I know. But you have to keep quiet about all this and about Vigge being a DI. I don’t want whoever is threatening me to hurt anyone.”
Cato’s mother turned to Vigge. The expression on her face far less distrustful. “Is there anything we can do?”
“I know you have Cato’s new number, but you still need to call him on the old one. If there’s spyware on the device, we need everything to look normal.”
“What’s the plan?” asked Devan.
“I’m making enquiries. If we can prevent whoever this is from finding out when Cato has his next interview with NASA, then that’s a start.”
“And this might all be nothing,” his mother said. “Some petty rivalry and a game taken too far.”
“That’s true.” Vigge looked down as Cato took hold of his hand. “But Cato wants you all to be safe and that’s what we’re working towards.”
“We better go,” Devan said.
Jonty gave Cato a hug and stared at Vigge over Cato’s shoulder. “Look after him, okay?”
Vigge nodded.
Chapter Fifteen
Cato shivered as he and Vigge left the concert venue. “Hope your car’s nearby. Where did you park?”
“As close to here as I could.”
“Ah. Outside my house then?”
Vigge laughed. “Yep.”
Cato clung to Vigge’s hand as they walked back. “You didn’t freak out when you met the family. You’re very brave. Definite fifth star.”
“They were sunshine and flowers compared to mine.”
“What? Even my mother?”
“She’s concerned for you.”
“Yeah.”
“So am I.”
Cato stopped walking. “You thinkI’min danger?”
“I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”
