Dave led the suited men into his living room. They both took a seat at the same time. Dave and Randy shared a 'look' before they too sat down. Nothing was said as the men stared each other down. Detective Michaels was the first to open his mouth as his partner continued to stare.
"Aurora Scott has been missing since last night and her husband thinks you had something to do with it. Is that true Mr. Bautista?" Michaels asked getting straight to the point.
Missing. That son of a bitch. "I bet he does. No sir, I have not had any contact with Mrs. Scott within the twenty-four hours." Dave answered as he lied through his teeth.
Michaels made a pained face. "Call me Shawn. Sir makes me sound old." Dave gave a slight nod of his head. "You wouldn't be lying to me would you Mr. Bautista?" He continued.
Dave gave a slight hint of a smirk. "Call me Dave. Mister is too formal." He mocked the detective. Shawn just smirked back. "And no. I wouldn't be lying to you."
"Mind if I take a look around the house?" The second male questioned as he stood now. He turned to Randy and Dave. "Name is Paul by the way." He stated with a slick smirk.
"Be my guest." Dave indicated with the wave of his hand.
Randy just stayed where he was and kept his mouth shut. He had no idea how Dave was keeping his cool. Aurora was in the house. If they'd find her, everyone would be in deep shit. Randy flicked his eyes up when he felt another pair staring him down. Shawn scooted forward.
"You're Randy Orton." He pointed out as Randy gave a nod. "Is your friend Dave lying here? Both of you could be in serious trouble if I find out you haven't been honest." He informed.
Randy cleared his throat. "You don't have to point out the obvious detective." He started. "My friend Dave here has never been a good liar anyways. You'd be able to tell if he was."
Shawn flicked his eyes between the two men before standing to join his partner in the search of the house. "Why would Mr. Scott name you a suspect?" He directed towards Dave as he made his way around the room. "He seemed adamant that you were involved somehow."
"Mrs. Scott and I have become good friends. If I knew any better, she probably ran away on her own will." Shawn flicked an eyebrow as he turned around. "I'd always see her sporting a new bruise every time I got the chance to see her." That statement had the attention of both men.
"So you're saying Mr. Scott beats her?" Paul questioned before his partner could.
Dave gave a slight shrug. "She'd never directly tell me so."
Paul took a seat back on the couch. "What is your relationship with Mr. Scott?"
"We don't have one other than that we work for the same company." Dave answered smoothly.
Paul turned to Randy. "And you Mr. Orton?"
Randy pointed to his friend. "We've shared a few drinks before, but other then that I could care less for the man."
The two detectives shared a 'look' as Paul stood up again. "Shawn. Anymore you want to ask or add?" He looked back at Dave and Randy. "I think we've taken enough of their time." He added.
Shawn stepped beside his partner. "I think that'll be all for today."
Dave and Randy stood. "Tell Mr. Scott I send my greatest wishes." Dave announced as he opened the door for the two detectives. "Hopefully she'll turn up soon."
Shawn and Paul turned back for a quick second. "We'll do that and let's hope so." After the two men heard the door click shut. "They know more then they're telling." Paul stated as they got back into their car.
Shawn just looked at him. "I'm more interested to find out if Mr. Scott really does like to use his wife as a punching bag." Paul made an amused face. "Pay a visit to him next?" He questioned.
Paul slipped his seatbelt on. "It'd be a pleasure to."
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Dave made sure to lock the front door before he made way back into the living room. That couldn't have gotten anymore close then that. That stupid son of a bitch wanted to play dangerous. Bad choice on his part. Aidan Scott was smart. But Dave Bautista was even smarter.
"Where are they at?" Randy questioned out loud.
It took Dave a second to figure out what he was talking about. "Melina. Aurora." He called out.
There was silence for a quick minute before Melina stepped out first with Aurora in toe. "One of them almost found us. We were hiding in the hall closet. He stopped right in front of it." Melina made known as they joined the two men back in the living room. "What do we do now?"
"We just play along." Dave stated all too calmly. The other three just stared at him. "If we do anything else, they'll get more suspicious then what they already are." He added.
Aurora sighed as she let herself plop on to the couch. "Maybe I should just go back home. I don't want to get any of you involved in this." Melina crotched down in front of her friend. "You could get in trouble. Aidan is a known man and will do whatever it takes…" Melina waved her off.
"We're not letting you go back to him Aurora. Whatever we have to do to keep you safe, we are going to do it. Dave knows what he's doing." Melina turned to look at the male behind her.
Randy stepped forward. "That son of a bitch needs to be taught a lesson. And we will make sure that he gets taught good." Aurora frowned and looked away. "I'm sorry…" He started.
Aurora shook her head. "I know you guys don't like him. I can't change that fact. I just wish it didn't have to be this way. If only he would change and be the husband I know and love." The glistening in her eyes showed the tears that wanted to burst.
Dave grabbed her free hand. "Let's get you back up to bed. You need more rest." Aurora just looked up at him and nodded. Grabbing his hand, she let him lead the way back upstairs.
"I want that son of a bitch dead." Melina spoke harshly.
Randy cleared his throat. "Get in line."
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