Author's Note: I'm on a roll with this story. Well, I've spent a good portion of last night and today writing so this story will be done within the near future. And yes, I really mean it this time.

A few of you are still confused but I dropped a HUGE clue in this chapter. The killer will be revealed next chapter. A few more twists and turns are in store but I think everyone will like the end results. Thank you for your continued love and support!

This chapter contains mature subject matter.

V.

-----------------------------------------

As stated, Randall Orton had significant levels of arsenic in his bloodstream. In my conclusion of the evidence, he died of acute arsenic poisoning. It is also in my belief that Randy was stabbed to cover up the poisoning.

Michael Cole

Forensic Examiner

Dave and Paul examined the toxicology report. There were no other drugs in Randy's bloodstream and no evidence of alcohol poisoning. "He had three grams of arsenic in his body? How much is that? Enough to kill a horse?" Dave asked.

"Um, try six horses." Michael replied. "He was dead within a few hours of being poisoned. But wait, there's more. Take a look at this." He pulled out several more photographs and pointed to them. One picture was of Randy's backside. Dried fecal matter was smeared across his buttocks. Another picture had evidence of vomit across his lips. "He was exhibiting the symptoms of arsenic poisoning. One of the first symptoms is vomiting and loose stools. His body was trying to get rid of the poison."

"So it's possible he knew he was poisoned?" Paul questioned.

"I say it was fifty-fifty. When someone gets poisoned, they either think they've come down with the flu because the symptoms are similar. His throat becomes hoarse and there's difficulty swallowing. The main difference is that there's a metallic aftertaste."

"So he would've had to ingest the poison?" Dave replied. "Was there any other way?"

"He could've inhaled it but it wouldn't have done as much damage as him ingesting it. Arsenic is odorless and flavorless so someone could've put it in his drink or food and Randy would've had no idea." Michael added.

"So it is possible that he knew who killed him?" Paul asked.

"Very possible. Dare I say, I'm almost positive he knew who killed him. Now, he obviously had a lot of stab wounds but check this out." Michael pointed to another picture. "Randy was stabbed only in his waist above."

"Well, I figured that part out." Dave commented. "That's where all of his major organs are."

"No, Dave, you need to look at it more closely." Michael pointed to Randy's abdomen. "Whoever killed him purposely stabbed his stomach and intestines."

Paul leaned in closer to study the photos. "So whoever killed him was trying to get rid of any traces of the arsenic?"

"Or they really hated his ass." Michael quipped. "What I'm wondering is why would someone go to such lengths to stab him after he's been poisoned?" Michael shook his head. "It makes no sense to me."

Paul and Dave smiled at each other. "Oh, it makes sense to us." Paul smiled.

Dave looked at the pictures again. "How would someone get a hold of arsenic? I thought it was banned."

"Despite it's obvious harmful side effects, it's also really good for planting." Michael said. "It's also available in hospitals and some laboratories. It's a narcotic."

"Wait a minute?" Dave had an epiphany. "It's available in hospitals?"

-----------------------------------------------------------

Outside the restaurant, Jonathan Coachman was watching the meeting between the three men. Sad little men, he smirked. Well, he's been warned. Jonathan turned to his partners. "Alright. They're in there. Once they leave, get them and kill them. Do it fast. Do it good."

As the henchmen were walking towards the parking lot, a stumbling drunk crossed their paths. "Heyy man…can you spare some change?" He slurred.

"Get out of here, you bum!" Jonathan sneered.

"Heyy man…" The man approached Jonathan and his crew closer. "I just need a dollar for a burger."

Jonathan shoved the man to the ground. "I said get out of here, you dirty asshole! Get a fuckin' job!"

"Heyy man…" The man stood up and brushed off his clothing. "That was not cool!"

"Yeah, well, you're a loser. Get lost!" Jonathan yelled.

"Nah, man…" The man pulled off his hoodie. It was Carlito in disguise. He was holding a 9 mm directly towards Jonathan. Other members of the Guerrero family surrounded Jonathan and his henchmen, all holding guns. "I said that was not cool."