Chapter 14

Benson, Clark, and Shaun sat at Shaun's table.

"We need to figure out if Constance has any other relatives," Benson said. "They could be in danger."

"Why do people kill other people sometimes?" Shaun asked.

"I've been wondering that all my life," Benson replied.

"Constance was lucky to have a loving family," Shaun said. "I haven't spoken to my parents in years. I miss my brother."

Benson reached her hand over to try to pat Shaun on the back, but Shaun backed away.

"Sorry," Benson said.

"I would never intentionally kill someone," Shaun said.

Clark's phone began to ring. Clark looked at his phone and got up.

"I have to take this," Clark said. "It's an important call."

Clark walked out into the hallway, shut the door behind him, and answered his phone.

"Detective Clark," Clark said as he answered.

Clark gasped.

"Really?" Clark asked. "I got the promotion? I'm going to be a Lieutenant? I will not let you down! Lieutenant Maxwell Clark of the San Jose Special Victims Unit!"

Clark got a surprised look on his face.

"Oh," Clark said shocked. "Long Beach? That's over 300 miles away."

Clark looked down at his feet.

"Can I get back to you tomorrow?" Clark asked. "Okay, thanks."

Clark hung up his phone and took a deep breath. He then walked back into the apartment where Shaun was showing Benson his television.

"It's a 70 inch," Shaun said.

"I like it," Benson said.

"I originally was going to get a television that was $1,643," Shaun said. "Dr. Glassman talked me into getting this cheaper TV and I got more for less money."

"Dr. Glassman sounds wise," Benson said.

"He and I don't really speak anymore," Shaun said. "He said that since I wanted to make my own decisions and that I won't let him be my father, he can't be my friend."

"What?" Clark asked.

"Dr. Glassman said he can't be my friend," Shaun replied.

"That's horrible," Clark said.

"I don't need Dr. Glassman to be my friend," Shaun said. "You're my friend, Max."

Shaun walked over to Clark and gave him a hug. Shaun could not see that Clark had a sad look on his face.

"I'm glad you're my friend," Shaun said. "I really need one."

At that moment, Benson's phone rang.

"Benson," Benson said as she answered.

"It's Rollins," Rollins said. "We have a visitor here in New York."

"Who?" Benson asked.

"Mildred Harietti," Rollins replied. "Constance's aunt."