Double Faced Twins

Chapter 26

Benson

My sweet Faith just got bombarded with so much shit about her family that I don't know how the hell she's keeping herself together. I knew she was strong, but damn, she's a fucking fortress!

She asked me about having Liza over this evening. I think that's a great idea and something that she needs.

As we return to the office, we're both in our heads. I'm sure that Faith is trying to process everything that she found out today. My thoughts are on fucking Henson Walker.

I need to know everything about him, and I mean everything.

I pull out my phone and text Cindy, Please look into Henson Walker. I want to know everything.

I hit send and get an immediate response from her, "On it."

Faith has had her head on my shoulder the entire drive. I kiss the top, and she looks at me with those deep brown eyes. We've just confessed our love for each other, and I'm so pleased to put a name to this unfamiliar feeling that I experience when I think about Faith, which is every second of every day, and when I'm in her presence.

I pull her closer and hear her sigh. "It's amazing to me, Benson, that when I'm in your arms, I feel at peace when the world around me is in complete chaos."

"I feel the same way." I smile at her. "I want to run something by you."

She sits up and gives me her full attention. "Okay..."

"I texted Cindy and asked her to get everything she can on Walker."

Faith nods in agreement.

"I also would like to hire a private investigator to watch his every move. I hope he'll lead us to Grace or the woman who took her."

"You don't think that Detective Kidwell is already doing that?" she inquires.

"I would hope so, but I want to be on top of this. I don't want to sit back and wait for the detective to fill us in. What do you think?" I ask her sincerely.

"You have an excellent point, but I insist on financing the private detective." Her demeanor tells me that she's not budging on this point.

All that I can say is, "Okay, Baby."

She lays her head back on my shoulder. I smile at how incredible this woman is. One of the reasons that I never wanted to settle down was because I was worried that the woman would only be after my money. I've never felt that way about Faith. She never asks me for anything. She loves me, for me.

My grip on her tightens. "I love you, Faith. So damn much."

I can feel her cuddle in closer to me. "I love you too, Benson. You're my person. You complete me."

It's remarkable that after proclaiming our love for one another, how easily the words slip out of our mouths, and I like it. I enjoy the feeling of being honest with another person. I never was one to trust easily, but with Faith, I trust her completely. I sense that she feels the same about me.

We arrive at the office and go inside and to the elevator. The door opens on my floor. I stay in my office while Faith heads into the apartment.

Before she gets to the door, I rush over and embrace her. "Are you sure that you are okay? I can bring my work into the apartment."

She leans back to look me in the eyes. "I'll be fine. I think some alone time will be good for me. Plus, I'll bake my way through the craziness that is my life. I'm also going to call my brother. We need to have a conversation."

I nod. "I'm right out here; if you need me at all, no matter how insignificant it may seem, please promise to come to get me."

"I promise that I will." She kisses me sweetly, leaves my embrace, and enters the apartment.

I sit at my desk, and a moment later, there is a knock. "Come in."

Cindy enters and sits in front of me. "I know I just started looking into Henson Walker, but did you know that his mother used to work for Grace and Faith's father?"

I nod, and she continues. "Then you probably also know that Walker is Grace and Faith's half-brother through their father.

I nod again. "Well, did you know that Faith's father had paid a pretty penny in child support to Walker's mother until he turned 18? He also had set aside money to pay for college even after his death," she adds.

"I did not," I respond and lean forward, impressed, as always, at what Cindy could uncover in such a short amount of time.

"I need you to contact Bill Banks. Faith is hiring him to follow Walker," I instruct. "We hope he leads us to Grace or the woman who took her."

Cindy's eyes go wide. "A woman took Grace?"

"Yes, the police caught it all on a traffic camera that is located right in front of their home," I explain. "Grace let the woman into her home, and I believe she removed Grace from her home in a large black suitcase."

"No shit!" Cindy exclaims.

I reply, "I shit you not."

"Wow," she stands to leave. "That's unbelievable! How's Faith handling all of this?" she asks, concerned.

I lean back in my chair, "Cindy, this woman is amazing. She's been so strong through this entire nightmare. Yeah, now and then, she lets herself break down. Overall, she's one of the toughest women I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

Cindy gives me a knowing look, "She's just what you need."

I raise my eyebrows at her words, then smile. "She is."

Cindy leaves my office, and I stand up to go into my apartment to fill in Faith with the extra information that Cindy just gave me. I see her in the kitchen with her hands buried in flour. I see a glass of wine on the counter beside her and hear soft music over our sound system.

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her slim waist. "Hey, Baby."

She leans her head back onto my chest. "Hey, yourself."

"So you know how I told you that Cindy was looking into Walker?" I ask while rubbing my hands up and down her hips.

"Yeah?

"She found out the same thing Detective Kidwell told us, but she also found out that your father paid child support to Janet until Walker turned 18 and paid his college even after his death." I wait for her reaction.

She shrugs, "That sounds like something my father would do."

She sighs, "I know I need to call my brother, but I don't want to. I can't believe he knew about Walker this whole time. I understand him not saying anything while my father was alive, but he sure as hell should have said something to Grace and me after his death five fucking years ago!"

I kiss the back of her head. "I agree, Babe. I think that it's wise for you to wait till you are in the right headspace to contact him."

Just then, her phone rings. "Can you grab that while I wash my hands?"

"Sure." I pick up her phone and see it's her brother, Thomas. "Babe, it's Thomas."

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