5
Saturday, October 16 – One Day Later
Despite the comfort and luxury all
around him Jeremy was woken from a night of disturbed sleep by the sound of the
dogs barking. It was 8:20 Saturday morning. There were voices downstairs in
anxious chatter. His room (huh, he thought of this as his room now, did he?) was a first-floor en-suite with a bath.
Actually it had a shared bathroom separating two twin rooms, but the second one
had never been occupied whenever he had been here.
Jeremy washed his face quickly and
hurried to the cupboard. Caitlin had laid out some clean clothes. He set his
oversized laptop case, in which he carried a sleek laptop he had enhanced to
pack in massive processing and memory power, so compact it hardly took any
space, on the bed. Into the remaining space he generally packed various gadgets
and electronics equipment he needed at client sites, including some “emergency”
underwear and socks.
He pulled on a pair of black slacks and
a blue Polo T-shirt from the cupboard. They
must be Ronnie’s. Being slightly over 6 feet tall and having a wider frame,
he did not fit so well into Jack’s clothes. He stepped out of his room and
followed the voices downstairs.
One of the boys who worked in the
stables and on the land, a brown lad in muddy Wellington boots, was talking
animatedly to Caitlin, who was still in her dressing gown, in the kitchen.
‘There is police again at the front
gate, sénora,’ he said with a heavy Spanish accent. ‘I put Molly and Max
in the stables, ha?’
Caitlin and Jeremy hurried to the front
reception with little Bubbles the puppy Lab running circles around them. There
were two police cars at the gates.
‘If you could open the gates, Caitlin, I
shall handle this,’ he said, thinking how lovely and vulnerable she looked with
no makeup on and with tousled dark brown hair some length between short and
medium. Something about a damsel-in-distress in silks stirred a man’s loins.
Jeremy went back to his room, splashed
his face with icy cold water, and put on his shoes. He stepped out as the
police cars pulled up outside the front door.
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