Briefcases and Bloodspatter: Chapter 5: Benny doesn’t share food!!
Hello all, thought I’d get another update in while I could. I know this one is a bit filler-ish. I hope you all enjoy it though, I needed to get the story rolling through though!
Liv had just managed to tidy up a bit and throw on a t shirt and a pair if shorts before there was a knock at her hotel room door. Quickly she checked her reflection in the mirror – she’d managed to tame her hair into a long plait and luckily she’d yet to take her subtle make up off.
She opened the door and smiled at Benny, who stood patiently at the threshold. He hadn’t stopped to change out of his work out wear, and she look a moment to enjoy his exposed arm muscles. He had fixed his hair though.
“I’m really sorry for dragging you out this late.” She started to apologise, stepping out the way so he could come past her and enter the room.
“No need to apologise, didn’t I say call me whenever you need me?” He shot her a cheeky grin and winked “Quite sad you’ve put clothes on though, the towel dress was a good look.”
“But a chilly one.” She closed the door and followed him into the depths of the room. He took a seat on a plush green armchair and looked around.
“It’s a nice hotel room you’ve got here.”
“Thank you, you actually get to see inside it this time.” She laughed and grabbed a pair of glasses from the under-desk cabinet. “Can I get you a drink?” she waved the bottle of wine and glasses at him.
“A drink would be great. Thank you.”
“Well, I have a bottle of white wine here, or water, or I can call room service to get you a scotch?”
“White wine is fine, no need to fuss.” Benny got up from his chair and came over to her smiling warmly. He took the bottle in one hand and placed the other on the small of her back, nudging her toward the seating area. She couldn’t help but replicate his smile, his small gesture was so familiar – commanding and gentle – completely Benny Colon.
They both sat in the chairs and Benny poured them each a glass of wine. A moment of comfortable silence fell over the room as they sipped their drinks.
“So, what did you find? Benny asked putting his glass down and imperceptivity shifting into business Benny mode, his expression serious.
“After you’d left this afternoon, I managed to collate and package up those semen samples. I ran a whole barrage of tests – potency, virility, DNA markers, age verification …”
Benny grimaced “You can run a test for that?”
Liv nodded and took a gulp of her wine. “Well, yeah, every man’s sperm is like a signature to them. One of a kind if you like. It’s kind of an off shoot from the DNA markers. It’s also how we check for any present illnesses that may show up in a sperm count.”
Benny nodded and gestured for her to continue.
“Anyway, the vast majority of it belongs to Brandon – as we expected. But, there’s sperm there that doesn’t fit his DNA markers.”
“So that means … he wasn’t just having sex with women on that boat …”
“Exactly. And according to my test results we’re looking for an older man. Cable sent me a few hits, I just need to go through them and pinpoint before we put the cat among the pigeons.”
Benny furrowed his brow in confusion. “But I thought it was all individual?”
Liv nodded, “It is. But it’s easier to pull correct 99.9% accurate results when you have a ‘living’ sample to compare it to. This sample is a mere smidgen and faded on material, it’s harder to pull a correct reading straight off. Comparisons are harder.”
“I’m sure this will help us, somehow. Thank you.”
Liv shrugged, “It’s all part of my job.” She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Benny’s eyes instantly fell to the strip of flesh that peeked out with the movement. “Sorry to call you out in the dead of night, now that I say it out loud, it could have waited.” She bit her lip bashfully, and played with the frayed hem of her shorts.
“Don’t be sorry! I’m finding spending my evenings with you is a pleasure. I’m glad you tore me away actually, ten more minutes and Bull would have forced me into some night time trial prep.”
“I saw you were in the office, don’t you have a home to go to Mr Colon?” she joked not caring if she sounded openly flirty. The wine had gone straight to her head from the adrenaline rush.
Benny laughed, relaxing now that the business talk was over and done with. “I do. A nice modern apartment about ten minutes from the office. I do get to go home and relax sometimes.” He looked thoughtful for a second. “It gets a bit quiet though.”
“Nothing at all to come home to?” Liv could have kicked herself for asking the question. She desperately wanted to hear the answer, but she didn’t at the same time. It was like her subconscious needed to know if she was wasting her time, or if she was going to be heart broken by this Latin demi god.
He chuckled lightly and fixed her with that intense gaze. “Nothing. Not even a pet.”
“That’s a little sad. I don’t know what I’d do without my puppy.” She handed him her phone, proudly showing off her pride and joy. “His name is Chico. He’s my fur baby.”
“He looks friendly.” Benny handed her back her phone “Who’s looking after him while you’re here?”
“My best friend. Eliza basically moved into my flat to make sure he won’t wreck it.”
Benny nodded and glanced at his watch “I should really be getting home.” He got up and made his way to the door. Liv followed him and paused while he opened the door chewing her bottom lip.
“Thanks for the drink Liv.” He was stood close enough that she could hear his lowered voice.
How does he still smell amazing after working out?
“No, thank you for coming. You really didn’t have to.”
“A beautiful girl tells me she needs me, wearing nothing but a towel? I’d have no brain if I said no.” He tucked a stray piece of hair back behind her ear and pulled her into a hug. She enjoyed the gesture, wrapping her arms around his neck, and breathing in the masculine, musky scent of his hair.
Benny pulled away far too early for her liking, leaving her feeling suddenly cold without his body heat.
“I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well.” He winked at her and started to walk down the corridor towards the elevator.
“Good night Benny!” she called after him.
“Good night Liv.”
****
“So why wasn’t I invited to this pyjama party?” Bull asked accusingly, looking at Benny and Olivia over the top of his glasses as they talked in his office the next morning.
“It was late and I didn’t want to disturb you …” Liv uncomfortably pushed an imaginary crease out of her skirt in agitation. Benny just rolled his eyes.
“Give it up Bull, you’re not invited to everything.” The lawyer pointed to the files Liv had placed on Bull’s desk. “What is important, is that Liv here, found an anomaly in the semen.”
“An anomaly?” Bull started looking through the paperwork.
“I’ve not been able to get an exact match yet, but there’s more than just Brandon’s semen on his jeans from that night.”
“He was with another man.”
Bull nodded, flicking through each sheet.
“My tests say it’s an older man. I’ve got to do a bit of DNA profile matching today before I can give you a precise who.”
“Good work. This might just be the ace we’re looking for.”
****
“So I missed a hell a day, clearly.” Liv said as she sat down next to Benny at the communal table.
Cable nodded emphatically. “Gun play and everything.”
“Pete Peters is in the hospital with a GSW. And Clyde is pushing for a second degree manslaughter deal at the DA’s office.” Benny said pouring water into Liv’s glass.
“He’s just sore because that brat Taylor Bensimon threw the ipad at his face.” Danny added as she and Chunk unloaded the group’s Chinese order out onto the table, separating it off for each person.
“Bensimon … where have I heard that name?” Liv pondered, tapping her nails on the table and furrowing her brow in thought.
“They’re everywhere in this case.” Benny said, accepting his order from Danny.
“The families are tightly linked. Like Taylor and Brandon were paired off as kids, without even a say.”
“Speak of the devil. “ Marissa said under her breath, but loud enough for the whole table to hear as Bull came through the door, leading Brandon over to their table.
“Have a seat Brandon.” The psychologist put pressure on his shoulders and he sat awkwardly next to Liberty. The kid’s eyes were red rimmed.
“Here you go momma.” Chunk handed Liv her lemon chicken and rice, sitting down next to her with his own food.
“Ugh Chunk, Have I told you lately that I love you?” Liv asked, opening the box and inhaling the sweet scent from inside.
“No, but you have now.”
“To business.” Bull said as he paced around the table. “Brandon here, is going to testify. We need to give him some advice. Go.”
“Speak up.” Marissa nodded at the young boy, trying to be as kind as she possibly could be.
“Answer directly.” Benny said, putting a dumpling in his mouth.
“Keep your hands still.”
“Don’t slouch.” Benny said through a full mouth.
“Only answer questions, not statements.”
“Don’t fill silences.”
“Don’t smoke on breaks.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, jeez Benny, I thought you were a gentleman?” Liv laughed, slapping Benny’s bicep. His eyes went wide and he swallowed quickly.
“I was hungry.” He shrugged and winked at her. Liv shook his head wondering how he could be charming, even after such a revolting move.
“What did I tell you Liv, like a rabid animal when he’s hungry.” Cable joked.
He pouted and offered her a dumpling from his box, which Liv gladly accepted, with a friendly nudge of the elbow.
Everyone around the table that knew Benny watched the interaction open mouthed.
Benjamin Colon never willingly shared food.
For those of you interested, this is Liv’s puppy Chico.
