The knock on Punk's hotel room pulled him out of the trance he had been in.
"It's about time." He mumbled under his breath.
To his surprise, standing behind his expected friend Colt was one of the last people he expected to see.
"Look what I picked up at the airport." Colt joked.
"Moxley?" Punk asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
"Want to take a guess?" Moxley said, brushing past him.
"Uh, hi friend." Colt jokingly said.
"Hey, thanks for coming." Punk told Colt, giving him a short hug. He turned to Moxley, the realization coming over his face. "Jessie sent you?"
"You got it." Moxley nodded. "She figured you needed a hand."
"Tell her thanks, but Colt and I got this. You should go." Punk told him.
"No way." Moxley shook his head. "Jessie's right, you need any extra hands you can get."
"Look, I appreciate it, but you should go home and look after our family." Punk sternly said.
"See, that's why I can't. Our family. If anything were to happen to you, Shannon and Amy might not recover." Moxley said.
"He's right." Colt said. "If this maniac has Lexi that means that he's not targeting anyone else. Jessie can take care of herself and the kids."
"Alright." Punk reluctantly agreed. "Do you have any thoughts?"
"I have a buddy in Las Vegas that is helping us out. He's a cop. He says he's going to help us." Moxley told him.
"Nevada? But Lexi landed in Denver." Punk pointed out.
"Marshall thinks that it was a ruse. He doesn't think Lexi is in Colorado." Moxley told him.
"So where does he recommend we search?" Colt asked.
"Look, whoever this guy is has proven to be clever and demented. He's not going to screw up. Marshall thinks we should start looking in rural, less populated areas." Moxley said.
Punk gave his two friends a grateful smile. He really should thank Jessie for meddling later. He had a feeling that it was going to get worse before he found Lexi and time was not on their side.
For the first time in his life, he prayed. If there was a God, please let Lexi be okay.