DISCLAIMERS- Usual disclaimers apply.
DEDICATIONS- My best friends. If you didn't see who they were you can just read chapter four and the end of this one and you'll find out. ^_^

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Angel sat in front of her laptop staring at the blank screen, trying to gather all the suspects possible. Her friends had gone to sleep and she had been there for a really long time just...thinking. Her number one suspect had been Shane since the minute she had found out, but she couldn't jump to conclusions just like that. This wasn't a board game where she could maybe guess and win. She had to actually think this out and be sure about it.

She closed her laptop with a frustrated sigh and went to her room to try and get some sleep. Names, reasons... everything ran through her mind not knowing where to even start. Maybe this hadn't been her best idea, and maybe she wasn't ready to become a 'detective', but she was sure that she wanted to get to the bottom of the murder. She wanted to come through her promise and make the person responsible pay and with that she slowly drifted off to a not so good sleep.

While she was asleep Rock's murder wouldn't leave her mind. She found herself walking around while chasing some person in front of her, but the person would just walk more and more out of reach. In a part of her dream, rather nightmare, she even thought she saw when Rock got murdered, but couldn't do anything about it. Angel sat up on her bed covered on a cold sweat and tears running down her cheeks. "It was just a dream..." She repeated, just trying to convince herself of it. She checked her clock and got up. It was 4 in the morning, and she hated waking up early, but she didn't want to fall asleep anymore since the nightmare had scared the hell out of her. She went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water in her face. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror she decided to talk to Vince and, after showering, went to look for Vince's hotel since the WWF was in Florida.

After driving for a while she found out where Vince and the rest of the WWF wrestlers were staying and waited for Vince to come down to the lobby.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little detective. How's the investigation going?"

Angel turned around and saw Shane and Booker T coming up to her. "What do you want Shane? Shouldn't you be in some 5-cent hotel or something? I didn't think you could afford something like this."

Booker T got near her. "Listen little girl, why don't you show some respect?"

Angel stood up in front of him. "And why don't you get out of my face? I'm NOT in the mood for your idiotic speeches."

Shane- "Booker wait. Angel, what's the matter? No luck with your job now? I hate to say 'I told you so', but I DID tell you, remember?"

Angel- "I'm not going to back down from this 'ShaneO', and I don't care who likes it, or who doesn't. Got it?"

Shane shrugged and he and Booker T left. After they left Vince walked out. "Hey Angel. Was Shane bothering you?"

"Not anymore than the usual. Vince, I want to ask you something."

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"Do WE really have to come investigate? How about if we send someone else?"

Vince, Angel and a police officer started going in to The Rock's house. As they walked in Angel whispered to Vince: "I want to find out stuff by myself. I don't really trust any of the investigation they have here considering that they don't really give a damn anyway."

Once inside Vince and Angel stood in the doorway. They had heard that the house had been a mess, and even Angel had seen pictures of it, but they never thought it'd be like that. It was just a complete mess. The police officer motioned them that they could go in. "Just don't touch anything without gloves. Remember that the investigation..."

Angel walked in, and interrupted him. "Yeah, yeah..."

Vince- "What EXACTLY are we looking for?"

Angel- "Something that doesn't fit in with the rest of the picture. Something...unusual."

Vince looked around. "Angel, this is ALL unusual. I can't believe..." Vince didn't even finish saying anything, and they kept looking around. After some time the police officer asked, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Angel started heading to the door. "No. Nothing. Vince, we can leave now. Did you find anything?"

Vince walked up to her with something in his hands. "Not really. Well, except this piece of cloth..."

Angel went to Vince and grabbed the piece of black cloth that Vince had in his hand. "Where was this?"

Vince- "Under one of the couches. It was just sticking out. Why? It's just a piece of rag!" Angel turned to the officer.

"What was the color of the shirt The Rock was wearing that night?"

The officer thought for a while. "It was a black shirt, but it wasn't of that kind of cloth."

"Was it ripped?"

"No, it wasn't. I'm going to take that..."

Angel headed to the door once more and put the piece of cloth in a plastic bag. "No. I want to do my own tests on it."

Vince got in front of the officer. "She's in charge of the investigation, she's going to decide. After she does whatever she needs you can take it, understand? Come on Angel, let's go."

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Angel walked in a lab where she knew she could have some results without them being ignored. It had been about two days since Vince and her had found the rag and now it was time to pick up the results. J.C was another of her best friends and was in charge of the lab, so she knew that she could trust him.

"Hey J.C, got the results?"

"Yeah, I got them. They were pretty...interesting, and I think that you're going to be very interesting in this."

Angel sat on a stool that was there. "Really? Why? Is it something new?"

J.C nodded while taking out the results and the plastic bag. "Yeah. This shirt had some bloodstains on it, but the interesting part is that...well, the blood doesn't belong to The Rock. The blood on the shirt is not his."

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