*18* How dear their dwelling-space

I look at Benedict as if he has grown two heads. Does he understand what he is saying! For god's sake, we have known each other for merely a month or so, I'm sure many people don't even know about us. "Are you sure?" I whisper. Looking at my reaction with circumspection as if I am going to run away from here, Benedict nodded. "Did you share this information with the police?" I ask feebly, shaking my head.

"I did. And there is something I want to tell you regarding this," he takes my hand into his large ones, sandwiching them; "If you ever feel you are being watched, then do not ever turn around !" I gape at him with an open mouth, "What I mean is, I have hired a bodyguard for you, who would follow you 24*7. And when you are at home, he will be nearby. I am not giving you his phone number. Because your phone might be tapped. So do not talk about the bodyguard while conversing with anyone. Once I am out of the hospital, I'll arrange a phone for you."