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Cato wrapped his arms around him. “I think you need to ask someone’s advice. Your boss maybe.”
“Maybe.”
“One thing I’m glad about.”
“What’s that?”
“That you didn’t yank that drawer out and find that it was your brother’s scarf.”
“Why?”
“Because I think you’d have hit Hendry and he might have hit you and he might have really hurt you and we might never have met.”
Vigge swallowed hard.
“Bit heavy, sorry. Do you want to talk about it some more? What would you do if you were in charge and it didn’t involve people you knew?”
“If it was England, I’d need a warrant in order to search his property. I can’t do anything in Scotland, not make an arrest, nothing. The police there operate under a completely different law to England and Wales. So the Scottish police would need to handle it.”
“Then I think you have your answer. You need to compose a message to the police in Scotland and set out what you think you saw.”
“Mmm.”
“So why do I think that’s not what you’re going to do? Promise not to go up there without me.”
“I promise. Are you worried about the interview tomorrow?” Vigge wanted the subject changed.
“I’m only going to worry if I get offered the job.”
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Cato knew the moment the interview ended, that the next time they communicated, he’d be offered the job. They hadn’t outright said it, but it had been there in the comments and smiles and conversations about the future. If he’d been able to imagine this moment when he was seventeen years old, he would have been so thrilled. Now he felt flat.
Since he figured there wasn’t much lower his mood could go, he called his mother on the pay-as-you go.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
“Cato! At last. I’d been expecting you to hear from you before now. How are you?”
“I’m okay.”
“Devan said you’ve got another interview.”
“I’ve just had it.”
“Did it go well?”
“Yep.”
She gave a heavy sigh. “I suppose you’re wishing it hadn’t.”
“Aside from the threat about taking it, I don’t know whether I want it.”
“I hope that isn’t because of your policeman. You’ve only known him five minutes. You can’t make decisions about your future based on such a new relationship. And really, Cato? A policeman?”
So much for Devan thinking she was glad Vigge was looking out for him. Cato ground his teeth. “Have you learned nothing from Christmas? Whoever we choose to be with is our choice, not yours. Who the hell do you think I should get involved with? A member of the royal family?”
