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“I need the date you met her.”
“I can’t remember. Can I have my phone?”
The DC went out of the room, then came back and passed it across the desk. Cato scrolled back looking for something that might show when he’d been there. He hoped the B&B details didn’t put him there when she died. “I was there for the weekend. 7thand the 8thJuly.” He gave back the phone.
“When did you have sex with her?”
“Night of the 7thand morning of the 8th. She left my room on the 8th.”
“Where were you staying?”
“A B&B on the seafront. The booking email should still be there.”
“Why did you go to Brighton?”
“It was hot. I fancied somewhere different.”
“What did you do when you were there?”
“Shopped. Sunbathed. Swam in the sea. Went to Devolution.”
“With friends?”
“On my own.”
“Something you do often? Go to Brighton on your own?”
“No. Not often but I’ve been before on my own. I just fancied a break.”I fancied hooking up with someone.
“Do you take drugs?”
“No.”
“Ever bought Rohypnol?”
“No.”God!
Just when Cato thought the questions had almost been over, they started again. He was reaching saturation point. He felt stupid now for not asking for a lawyer. He’d thought he was being helpful and instead he was offering himself up as a killer.
When they gave him his phone back, though not his laptop, and told him he was being released under investigation, for a moment, hedidn’t move. He’d never needed a hug more in his life. As Cato pushed to his feet, he looked at the one-way glass and wondered if Vigge was standing on the other side.
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Vigge didn’t move a muscle as Cato stared straight at him. Had Cato guessed he was there? He desperately wanted to go to him and he couldn’t. He’d been told he shouldn’t call him, text him or see him again until this investigation was done.Fuck that.Cato left the interview room with Eileen. Neil, Vigge’s DS, came in to speak to Vigge. Neil and the rest of his team had been told that Vigge knew Cato and had had to withdraw from the investigation, but nothing more. Might they guess why? He’d only told his boss, Tony, that Cato was his boyfriend.
Was or is?
Vigge shouldn’t really have been listening to the interview. He definitely couldn’t discuss it. He could almost see Neil wondering how much to say, how much to ask, whether to say nothing.I could just tell him I’m gay.The entire building would know within minutes. But Tony had told him to keep quiet.
“He seems a nice guy,” Neil said. “Didn’t try to hide anything. Gave us his phone and laptop. He seemed genuinely shocked that Marcie Nolan was dead. If whoever he was with when Dewitt was killed would come forward that might clear him. Not telling us who it was doesn’t do him any favours. The pathologists reckon the same or very similar weapon was used, so if he didn’t do one, he likely didn’t do the others.”
Vigge chewed the inside of his cheeks. Three murders and Cato knew all the victims. It wasn’t good.
“He’s been offered a job by NASA,” Neil said.
“Has he?” Vigge’s heart thumped.
“There’s an email.”
