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lose our nerve!”
    We all trailed across the playground in Catherine’s direction. She saw us coming, and glared at us.
    “What do you lot want?” she asked, putting her arms protectively round her rucksack.
    “OK, let’s get down to business,” Kennysaid coolly. “You’ve got our disk, and we want it back.”
    Catherine blinked. “What?”
    “Our disk,” Kenny repeated impatiently. “You’ve got it, we want it!”
    Catherine looked completely blank. “I dunno what you’re talking about,” she complained. “What’s a disk?”
    “A
computer
disk,” Frankie explained.
    “I don’t know anything about computers!” Catherine said, still looking bewildered.
    “But you’ve got email,” Kenny pointed out.
    Catherine looked even more puzzled. “No I haven’t.”
    My heart sank. It was pretty obvious that Catherine Shaw didn’t have a clue what we were talking about. We’d lost our best suspect.
    “Look, never mind,” Frankie said quickly, and we all turned and walked off.
    “Hey!” Catherine called after us angrily, as the penny finally dropped. “Are you calling me a thief?”
    “Quick!” Rosie said urgently. “Leg it!”
    We all raced off across the playground, and dashed into school.
    “So that’s that then,” I said dismally, as we hung our coats up in the cloakroom. “We’re still no closer to finding out who Katie Shaw is.”
    No-one said anything. It looked like we were
never
going to get the disk back.
    “I still think it could be the M&Ms,” said Fliss, for the millionth time.
    “Or Ryan Scott and Danny McCloud,” Frankie suggested.
    “Maybe it
is
Catherine Shaw after all,” Rosie suggested. “Maybe she just acted dumb to throw us off her trail.”
    It was Friday afternoon, and we were round at Frankie’s place for our sleepover. Nothing much had happened since Tuesday, except that we were still getting an email every day from Katie Shaw, and every day the ransom money went up by a pound. It was now up to eleven quid.
    We’d also finished designing the Aztec website, and we’d given all the stuff to MrThomas. He was going to show us the site, which he’d nearly finished, when he got home from work later on.
    “If we’re going to get the disk back, it has to be this weekend,” I said. We’d taken our shoes off, and we were all lying on the living-room floor in a row with our feet on the sofa. “Tom’s finishing off his new design over the next few days, and he’s taking it into school on Monday.”
    “Maybe we should give up then,” Fliss suggested. “If Tom’s got a new design, we don’t need the disk anyway.”
    “Yeah, but the first design’s the best one,” I pointed out. “Tom’s still gutted, and it’s all our fault.”
    “We can’t give up now anyway,” Kenny said grimly. “I want to know who this Katie Shaw is. And boy, when I find out, she’ll wish I hadn’t!”
    “Kenny, your feet stink!” Frankie complained.
    “It’s not me, it’s Lyndz,” Kenny said indignantly.
    “Cheek!” I said. “These socks are brand-new.”
    “Yeah, but your
feet
aren’t brand-new,are they?” Kenny grinned.
    We all started wiggling our feet about underneath each other’s noses, and that made us giggle for a bit. But then we got all gloomy again.
    “Do you think I should tell Tom we lost the disk?” I asked.
    “What do you think he’ll do?” Fliss asked anxiously.
    “What, after he’s killed me, you mean?” I replied.
    “Honestly’s the best policy, my gran always says,” Frankie remarked.
    “Nah, that’s not right!” Kenny grabbed a cushion and tried to smother Frankie. “What you mean is,
honesty
– always gets you into trouble!”
    We all grabbed a cushion then and had a cushion fight for ten minutes, until Frankie’s mum came in and told us tea was ready. We were in the kitchen having cheese on toast, when Mr Thomas came home from work. He’s a lawyer, remember? So is Frankie’s mum, but she works from home more since she had