Chapter 3
It was a long, stressful day for Constable Benton Fraser and he was grateful that it was finally over. He ended his workday by securely locking the Consulate's doors. Chicago, Illinois was gloomy and unusually cold for the fall. However, Benton was prepared by wearing his thick, black, wool coat over his usual Mountie uniform. Fraser's boots clanked down the concrete steps as his companion, Diefenbaker followed persistently. This large animal barked in desperation.
"Ok, ok...I'll make you something to eat when we get back home." Ben irritably told the wolf, who then angrily growled. "No, I'm going to Burger King, the grease and all the fat will make you sick." Dief whimpered and gave the man his sad, grey eyes. "You're abusing our Chicago stay. I should send you back to the Canadian wilderness where you belong."
The creature pranced ahead of Benton and began to howl.
This handsome Mountie relocated to the city precisely three years ago. At that time, he found his father's killers which were led by a family friend named Gerard. He couldn't believe that that this old man had done such a hideous act: betraying his father. But that was all in the past, his duty was now for the French Conciliate. In his spare time, he helped solve other cases with his friend Detective Raymond Vecchio.
Cassie piled out of her broken vehicle and stared at her surroundings. She was lucky that it stalled when it did, not in the middle of no where. The young woman cradled her arm in pain, looking at the now infected rag that concealed the gash. She noted that she did lose a lot of blood and needed immediate medical attention. But where was she going to get that and not get caught? In order to win this game that she is playing, she needed to mask herself. If her true identity was exposed, you would count how quickly she will be sent home and Ryan would be waiting there to kill her himself. Unfortunately, she was swiftly deteriorating. If she didn't receive and kind of attention in the next couple of hours, her rate of survival would be extremely minimal.
Cassie leaned on the brick building that she staggered to and attempted to regain her strength. Due to blood loss, her vision doubled and her ability to stand weakened. Time was certainly not on her side.
She needed aide but in the vicinity, no one seemed to care if she lived or died. However, there was this kind hearted man that stopped and came to her. Gazing at his eyes, she felt that every fiber in him held compassion. She grabbed a firm hold on his coat.
"Please...help....me..." She shivered.
Before he could do or say anything, she collapsed on him.
