"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to this hastily called news conference. With me today is Chief of Police, Dean Malenko." Mayor Paul Heyman paused for a dramatic moment. "As was reported a few weeks ago, the skeletized remains of a human body was discovered in the basement of a local business. A new business scheduled, at that time, to open almost immediately. Those remains have now been identified."

Heyman waited for the murmured comments of the press to die down. "The next of kin of this poor soul have been identified, and they now have some closure as to the disappearance of their loved one." He sighed. "It is, therefore, my sad duty to announce those remains are those of Mr. Dustin Rhodes, former editor of the Davenport Daily newspaper."

He watched as the reporters from the Daily expressed their shock. Nearby reporters from other news outlets were quick to support them.

"This is an on-going investigation by members of the Davenport P.D.," Heyman assured them after a minute had gone by. "Further comments and information will be provided through their Information Office and Chief of Police Dean Malenko. Chief Malenko?" Heyman steeped away from the microphone.

Malenko took his place and quietly spoke. "As stated by Mayor Heyman, this is an on-going investigation. I can state that the death of Mr. Rhodes occurred prior to the present owner of the business taking possession of the building. The current owner, Mr. Seth Rollins, has an iron-clad alibi for the time of Mr. Rhodes' disappearance and murder. He was not living in Davenport or visiting Davenport at that particular time. We have determined that the building in which Mr. Rhodes was found was not the scene of his death and, therefore, is not considered a crime scene. Mr. Rollins' business will be allowed to open. Mr. Rollins has requested any contact by the media be made through his attorney, Mr. William Regal. Thank you."

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Jon Moxley looked up from the list he was making as Roman Reigns sat down next to him on the garage floor. Pieces of Mox's hopefully-to-be-restored motorcycle lay strews across the floor in front of him. Roman had cleared out a corner of the garage so Mox would have a place to work.

"Just heard an announcement that Seth's deli is going to open on schedule." Roman's lips twitched in amusement. "Same day as your business."

Mox grunted. "They identify the body?"

"Dustin Rhodes. Former editor of the Davenport Daily."

Mox frowned. "That's the guy you told me was looking into the Authority and disappeared?"

Roman nodded. "And soon after, the Daily was under new ownership and management. Ultimately, the Authority's ownership and management. At least that lets Seth off the hook."

"He won't be totally off the hook until they find out who did it," Mox disagreed.

Roman understood Mox's cynical view of both the police and the criminal justice system. They'd cost his brother five years of his life. He pointed at the motorcycle parts. "You can use all these?"

Mox shrugged and pointed to the pile on his left. "That I know can be used." He pointed to the pile in front of him. "Those I can if I need to, but I'd rather try to find replacements."

Roman's eyebrows rose.

"Yeah," Mox sighed. "Got a lot of parts to look for."

"Where are we starting?"

Mox smirked. "We, compadre?"

"Yes. We," Roman grinned. "Unless you want to do all that internet searching on your own, of course."

"Hey, I'm getting bet…" Mox stopped as his phone rang. He glanced at the display and frowned. "It's Regal."

Roman took Mox's notebook and began to study the list. Apparently, Mox was concentrating on engine and transmission parts as well as the braking system. 'Makes sense. If he can't get parts for these, the rest doesn't matter.' He frowned, trying to decipher Mox's scribblings.

"Yeah, I guess," Mox said into the phone. "I'll hear him out." Pause. "Yeah, see you tomorrow. Bye."

"Mox, what the hell are you trying to write?" Roman pointed at a couple of scribbled words on the paper, then looked up. He saw the expression on his brother's face and frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing maybe." Mox sighed. "Regal got a call from Kurt Angle, the guy who's investigating what happened in prison."

Roman nodded, remembering how broken Mox had been after that previous interview. "What does he want?" Despite himself, he heard the growl in his voice.

"I dunno," Mox mumbled, eyes on the garage floor. "But Regal said Angle was very respectful and said it was important."

Roman mentally went over all the possibilities for a second interview and didn't like any of them. "You going?"

Mox nodded. "If Angle thinks it's important, he'll just keep coming back. Best to get it over with." He took the notebook from Roman's hand and tore out a few pagers. "I'll read it off, and you write it down."

"Works for me," Roman grunted. "I was wondering what language you were using 'cause it sure doesn't look like English."

Mox snorted. "You look kinda tired. You okay?"

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well last night," Roman admitted, taking the notebook back. "I mean I slept, but I just don't feel like I got much rest." He shrugged. "I'll hit the gym before going to bed tonight. That should help."

Mox hummed under his breath knowing Roman wouldn't look so tired unless it had been going on for a while. "Maybe you should get it checked out."

Roman grinned. "Yes, mother hen." He chuckled when Mox glared at him. "Actually, I have a regular checkup scheduled next week." He relaxed when Mox nodded in approval. He really didn't want to answer any more questions.