Chapter 6
The light of the morning awakened Ben from his deep sleep. The smell of breakfast tickled his nose. Stumbling out of divan, he wore only his red overalls. He jumped inside his Mountie pants and pulled a white sweater over his head. Benton made sure that his suspender straps snugly were fastened on his muscular shoulders. The male cautiously entered the dining room.
"Good morning, constable." Cassandra greeted, while she placed blue berry muffins on a plate at the kitchen table.
"Good morning." Benton echoed, sitting down.
The plates held an array of goods and were neatly placed on each position on the plastic china. Fluffy golden eggs, greasy back and light toast smoked before him. An exact plate was on the opposite end of the table, along side two glasses that were equally filled with orange juice. Once the female sat down, the duo ate in good company.
"Why do you work with the Chicago police department?" She timidly broke the icy silence.
"Not exactly. I offer my aide to the police on my own free will."
"Then why are you helping me?" Cass picked her eggs before she was finished with them and resumed with the bacon and toast.
"I can see it in your eyes. Can you tell me..." Benton inquired.
"I can't...ok?" She hissed and stood up to clean the mess she made.
Cassandra filled the sink with hot, soapy water and she silently placed the pans and whisks in the soapy pond. Not another word was spoken and Benton hesitantly sauntered to the bathroom and prepared for work. The teenager soon dried the dishes and placed them in the appropriate cupboards. She then inspected the apartment for any other areas she could escape. Hearing the Mountie tromping out, she began to fold the blanks that were used for her 'bed'.
"Ms, I think that we're ready."
"I'm going with you where?"
"To Vecchio's office."
She huffed in reluctance and followed him out of his living quarters. Cassie slightly shivered when the chill of autumn struck down her bony back. They strolled on the frosty and lonely sidewalk.
"So, Constable..."
"Please call me Benton."
"So...Benton, what else do you do besides work and sleep?"
"I read and spend time with Diefenbaker."
"That's it?! You don't go to clubs or go drinking?"
"No. In my perspective, I don't see the logic to consume so much alcohol that you can't remember your actions."
