'Jericho.'
He groaned. 'Not you again. What do you want now, Simba?'
The other man glared at him. 'My name is Shane.'
'What do you want now, Shane?'
'I've heard you've been doing a bit of detective work.'
Jericho raised an eyebrow. 'And what business is that of yours?'
'That's exactly the question I wanted to ask you.'
'I have my reasons.'
'And they are…?'
Jericho grinned. 'Absolutely nothing to concern yourself with.'
A frustrated look came over Shane's face. 'Damnit, Jericho, this is my sister's business that you're getting involved with. What do you think you're doing?'
Jericho stared at him. 'Gathering information.'
Shane frowned. 'I don't understand.'
'You will. Come WrestleMania, you will.'
*
There was something vaguely familiar with name on the business card that Dr Daly had given Shane, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. A part of him believed that it was a fake name and a fake company, but he couldn't just ignore it. It was a clue, after all.
'Honey, wasn't there a wrestler called Campbell Irvine who used to be with WCW?' Maria asked as she entered the study with his mail, which she dropped onto the large mahogany desk. 'Went by the name of Campbell Jericho, the apparent lead singer of a band. Tried to imitate Chris Jericho.'
Shane jumped up. 'That's it!' He threw his arms around his wife and hugged her tightly. 'Baby, you are truly amazing.'
She kissed him. 'I know.'
'Irvine was one of the wrestlers who was sent down to Ohio for some extra training, which means…' He trailed off, unsure if he wanted to finish his sentence.
'Which means he's in the group of wrestlers your mother is evaluating,' Maria continued for him.
Shane stared at her.