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Angel walked into Shane's office again. As she walked in Booker T stood in front of her.

Booker T- "What do you want?"

Angel gave him another glare. She just...didn't like him at all and was just annoyed by having him right there in front of her. "First of all, I want you to get out of my face, and then I want you to let me talk to Shane. Alone." Booker T turned to Shane, and Angel said, "What, didn't you hear what I said? Get out of here."

B.T.- "You didn't say that. Tell me, you did NOT just say that. I'm the WCW Cha..."

"Would you shut up already? And might I remind you how you got the damn title anyway? You little..."

Before Angel could finish, Shane said, "Booker, just let us talk for a while."

Booker T glared at Angel and Angel said looking at him, "Didn't you hear? Let me put it simple, so you can understand: Get...out...of...here." Booker T left and took the title with him. Angel wanted to grab it and smack him and Shane with it, but just sat down. Shane sat down in front of her. "What do you want now Angel? I didn't think I'd see you again after..."

"Oh, no Shane. And now you're going to see me more often. You see, I'm going to find out who killed The Rock."

Shane started laughing at her. "You? Yeah, right. Besides, no one cares about good ol' Rocky anymore anyway."

"You have no clue how wrong you are Shane. We all still care about him and want to see the damn killer pay."

Shane leaned back on his chair, put up his feet on his desk and said, "Yeah, yeah... What exactly do you want?"

Angel shrugged. "Ask YOU questions."

"Me? Hmm. You suspect from ME?"

"Yeah, you were the first suspect in MY list in the first place."

Shane got up and sat in front of her. "Save your breath and your time Angel. You won't find out anything. I was at home that night. Besides, why would *I* do it?"

"To get rid of The Rock. To do what no one had been able to do. To get the WCW Title back. To have a better shot at taking over your dad's company. To make The Rock pay for joining your dad and not you...you want me to go on?"

Shane shook his head. "No, you're making your point. What do you want me to say? 'Yes, I did it'? Well, *I* didn't kill The Rock. Would have been a good idea though...but I didn't."

"I don't believe you. I'll come back soon Shane, and I WILL find out who did it." Angel stood up and started leaving.

"Angel, wait. Don't waste your time. You won't ever find out. Besides, it didn't have to be me. I wasn't The Rock's only enemy, and you know it. How do you know it wasn't Booker T? After all, The Rock had stolen his title, remember? And he was the one that got the most out of this. Or, how about Austin? You know Austin and Rock hated each other. Rock wanted pay back for Wrestlemania, and wanted Austin's title, remember that? How do you know it wasn't a WWF guy? Maybe Kurt Angle didn't want to let Rock go after the WWF Title." Shane walked closer to Angel. "And how do you know it wasn't my own father? That's right. Vince McMahon himself. You know The Rock and Vince had never been on the same page. After all, Vince is Satan himself, right?"

Angel shrugged again. "Yeah, then that'd make you the son of Satan. I get what you're saying, but the fact is that you're still not off the hook."

"Angel, you're getting into something that you have no idea how serious it is."

"I know how serious it is, and I don't care. Whoever did it will get what they deserve, and that's all I want."

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Angel arrived to the Miami Police Station the next day. She didn't care how long it'd take; she was going to find out who had done it. When the chief of the police finally received her in his office he already had some folders in his desk.

Angel- "Officer, what was the Rock's condition when you arrived to his house?"

"Actually, I wasn't there. You see, the one that was here when that happened retired a while after that, and moved to another part of Florida. We have the folder with all the information about that crime for you."

Angel looked at him. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah, Vince McMahon called saying that you were conducting an investigation and needed to get information. Here's a copy of everything we have. We haven't found out anything, so we actually started putting this behind."

Angel took the papers and started looking through them. "So you haven't done anything?"

"We looked for possible killers, did an investigation, but found nothing. It was all planned to well. There were no clues, no fingerprints... it's actually very hard, if not impossible to find a trace anymore."

"So you're not going to help anymore?"

The officer stood up and paced. "We ARE helping. We got you that information so you can do yours."

Angel started getting angry. "And that's it? What kind of cops are you? You're supposed to find out..." She stood up, took the folder and said while going out, "You know what, go choke on a doughnut for all I care. Some help YOU are."

As Angel started going outside the officer picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Sir, she just left. Yes. Yeah, exactly. Of course we'll keep you informed sir. Goodbye."

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In her car, Angel started going through the folder and reading through the papers. Rock had been killed in his house and apparently he had been beaten harshly several times until he lost consciousness, and had been killed with some kind of weapon afterwards. In the folder there were some pictures from his house how it had been found. There was blood on the floor, on the wall...just horrible. Angel wiped away a tear that had started to fall, got out of her car and went to an office of a special detective. She took the folder with her and once in there she explained to the detective everything.

The detective looked through the folder and put it down. "And what do you want me to do?"

"I want to see if you can help me. The police department already gave up on it, and I need some professional help."

"Listen, I'd love to help, but this is a lost case. There's nothing leading anybody anywhere."

Angel got up, took out a VCR tape and said, "Wait, before The Rock got killed he and Shane McMahon exchanged some threats, and the night after that... Well, just see for yourself." Angel put in the tape in the VCR of the Raw and SmackDown where Shane and The Rock had talked ((A.N- Chapter 1)) and when it ended the detective looked at her.

"So...?"

Angel took her tape and looked at him. "What do you mean, 'so'?! After that he got killed! He probably didn't even have a chance to defend himself, and now you don't want to help?!"

"There's nothing else to do. There are no traces of anybody. Besides, in the wrestling business they all threat each themselves one way or another."

Angel took her folder and headed to the door. "You know what? I don't even know what I'm doing here. I can do this on my own. I don't need inconsiderate fucked up people that, even if they're supposed to help others, they don't care give a damn about anybody but themselves." Angel got out of there as fast as she could, got on her car and drove away without knowing where to go next.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE #2- I know, I know. TWO A.N.?! _ Ok, I'm not, in any shape or form, saying that the police guys are this...inconsiderate, but I have my reasons for doing this. Just clearin' that up. Now, please, review! ^_~