Saturday, and Jake was smiling into his webcam and looking at Lauren on his computer screen. His overwhelming feeling was relief that she looked OK, safe and well. But the expression on her face showed something was worrying her. ‘That email of yours . . .’ she began. ‘Careful,’ warned Jake quickly. ‘We don’t want to get cut off before we start to talk.’ Lauren hesitated, then nodded, but asked: ‘These people you mentioned . . .’ ‘I don’t know who they are,’ said Jake quickly. ‘I just got an anonymous message. I just wanted to let you know so you’d take care, just in case.’ Just in case they come after you, Jake meant. He wondered how much he could say without the censor cutting them off. He decided to change the topic to something lighter, and then maybe he could slip in a clearer warning later. ‘So, King Arthur,’ he said jovially. ‘What do you think?’ ‘You and Robert looking for the Holy Grail.’ Lauren smiled.
