little regard for her son. What kind of mother was she, leaving him with someone who found it so easy to let him out of her sight like that. Part of him hoped she was a brilliant one, but he pushed that away. Being a careless mother fit better somehow with Gemmell's description of her.
The other strange, well, unsettling, if he was being honest with himself, thing about yesterday had been the man who came on the line and then came to collect Charlie. This one was younger than the one who had been with Carrie at the airport, but he still didn't seem right for Carrie. He'd offered no explanation as to who he was, merely thanked Jake for looking after Charlie. The boy had seemed happy enough to go with him, so he clearly knew him quite well. How many men did Carrie have in her life and what was her relationship with them, he wondered. Not that it should matter to him, but somehow it did.
He didn't like this attraction he felt towards Carrie especially given what he thought he knew about her, but he couldn't deny it was there. His body stirred as an image of Carrie with her flaming hair spread across his pillow and her green eyes smouldering up at him flashed into his head. His erection hardened and throbbed painfully as he vividly saw himself slamming into her until they both went over the edge. As Jake came out of his reverie, he realised he was breathing hard and fast. He didn't know how he was going to get Carrie into his bed but it was definitely going to have to happen, and soon.
*
Carrie had had a busy week and put the events of the previous weekend behind her. There hadn't been any more threats and they were all beginning to relax a little. This was a break in the pattern as up 'til now, they'd been very regular. Perhaps it was just a crackpot and he or she had got fed up playing their little game. Because there had been no more threats Carrie and the police had decided not to replace Charlie's protection officer while he was on holiday. Although Steve was good company and Charlie was clearly taken with him, life felt as if it had a sense of normality about it without Charlie's 'shadow'. She hoped Steve was enjoying his holiday and not in any rush to return.
Charlie was playing with Lynne's son, Josh, in the garden and Carrie was catching up with writing on her latest novel. It was friday afternoon and she was looking forward to a weekend of doing very little, just spending quality time with Charlie. He had been on at her all week to see the puppies again but Carrie just couldn't bring herself to ask Jake. She'd discovered from Charlie how great Jake had been with him and every other sentence seemed to begin with 'Jake this' or 'Jake that'.
Carrie was jolted out of her reverie by the sound of a child screaming. She looked up to see Josh running towards the house. She realised that Charlie wasn't with him and panic set in. Josh was hysterical and she couldn't get him to explain what had happened. Fearing the worst, she put in a shaky call to Alan and then to Lynne.
Within fifteen minutes, Alan, Moira and Lynne had appeared and Josh had calmed down enough to explain that he and Charlie had been playing hide and seek when Charlie had just disappeared. He'd been looking for him for ages before he'd got scared in the woods and given up.
'The woods! What do you mean the woods? You were supposed to stay in the garden,' screamed Carrie, herself now hysterical.
'Charlie's been kidnapped, I know he has. Oh God, how could we have ever thought the danger was passed?' Carrie sat down heavily at the kitchen table and put her head in her hands.
Whilst Moira tried to calm Carrie and Lynne took care of Josh, Alan put in a call to the station to organise a search.
If Charlie had been kidnapped, it was a waiting game but in the meantime it was eminently sensible to organise a search of the Estate. The police kept it low key, a few of them assigned to the woods where Josh had last seen him, whilst others went to search the other properties on