the Estate.
*
Jake finished up at the office, relieved to be heading home with a free weekend ahead of him. As usual this week, he was the last to leave. He was looking forward to seeing his dogs and putting his feet up with a beer. His week had been one of the toughest yet. Perhaps he was getting too old for the cut and thrust of international negotiations. He'd almost met his match this time, but he'd pulled it off at the eleventh hour.
With the negotiations having been protracted he'd not had as much time as he would have liked to prepare for the political TV programme and had faced some difficult characters in the studio audience last night. He felt bone weary, which was most unlike him, and desperate to chill out.
Part of his tiredness could be because a certain flame haired beauty disturbed his sleep every night. He really was going to have to engineer a meeting soon. Perhaps he could invite Charlie up to see the pups again. Yes, that sounded like a natural way to see her. He felt a little less tired as he decided that was his best course of action.
Just as he came out of the shower he heard banging at his front door. He quickly threw some clothes on, irritated at the intrusion to his solitude. He was surprised to see two policemen at the door asking if they could search the place.
He was so dumbfounded he let them in and then felt his anger rise when they started searching all his rooms with no further explanation. All he could get out of them was that Charlie was missing.
Whilst they were searching, they started to ask him questions about how well he knew Charlie, how many times had he seen Charlie, where had he been that afternoon and many more. Jake tried to keep a lid on his temper and answered them as best he could. It seemed an interminable amount of time by the time they took their leave, seemingly satisfied that Jake didn't have the boy holed up somewhere. By this time Jake was seething with anger, at the accusations that he'd heard in their voice and the complete ruination of his evening.
Without thinking he stormed down to Carrie's house to give her a piece of his mind.
Unusually for him, he was blinded with rage and all he could think of was telling her what he thought of her as a mother. He didn't notice the extra activity at her house or the tears streaming down her face.
'You seem rather careless with that child of yours. First last weekend and now this. I do not appreciate having police banging at my door insinuating that I'm a common criminal. If you weren't so busy with your boyfriends, maybe you'd have time to keep an eye on your son.' Having laid vent to his emotions, Jake turned and stormed back the way he'd come. Why this woman brought out a side in him that no-one else ever saw completely dumbfounded him.
On his way back to his place he thought he should feel a whole lot better for having vented his emotions but strangely he only felt worse and couldn't figure out why.
*
'We've found him,' Alan called out to Carrie.
She was still in a complete state of shock over the way Jake had addressed her on the doorstep and didn't manage to take in what Alan was telling her. At that moment she hated Jake Calderwood as she had never hated anyone in her life.
'Carrie, we've found him. He fell into a disused animal pit in the woods and couldn't get out. He's scared and hurt his ankle but otherwise he seems OK. I've phoned for the doctor and he's on his way.' Still Carrie just stood there. Moira put her arm round her shoulder and at her touch, Carrie collapsed against her and sobbed with relief.
The weekend hadn't turned out to be anything like she'd expected, but at least Charlie seemed recovered from his ordeal. In fact he was chatting away about it to anyone who would listen as if it had just been one huge adventure that any child might have made up and acted out in the comfort of their bedroom.
As time distanced itself from friday evening Carrie became enraged at the way Jake had spoken to her, without