Disclaimer: I do not own the wrestler's and the McMahon's in this story,
they do own themselves last I checked. I do not wish to get sued plus even
if I did, I don't have anything of value, so go ahead then make my day.
Summary: A shocking murder hits the world of wrestling, and it's up to two different cops, partners in the homicide division to find out who did it and make them pay. But will one of them lose their heart along with the investigation?
A/N: So here comes another long awaited chapter of this one. I am writing this offline so this is the one that might take a while to update, because it's all based on my urge. So let's tally what I've done, I've killed Linda in one story and Stephanie in the other, LOL I really don't like that family much apparently. So none the less, here is the update for this one, and keep on reviewing and let me know what you think.
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"Have you found the evil son of a bitch who killed my wife and left her in that alley way?" Vince asked as Bret made his way into the office. The two men locked eyes, Bret making sure he was the one who wouldn't back down.
"That is why I am here Mr. McMahon. I have some questions for you and your son over there."
"Why would you need to question us? My mother was murdered in cold blood so go out there and find the bastard that did it."
"Well in order to do that and do it affectively, I have to rule out that one of you didn't kill her for your own personal gain. So why don't you let me ask the questions around here, you answer them the best you can and then I can be on my way?" Bret answered trying to keep himself composed even though Shane McMahon seemed to have dickhead written all over him.
"I apologize Detective. Ask whatever you need too. We're all in this for the same end result." Vince said, taking his seat again and awaiting the questioning.
Bret knew from looking into the family background that Vince was used to being questioned. He was in the middle of a steroid drug case ten years before and had to answer for a lot even then. Not to mention the wrongful death case of one of his talent a few years back. This would be no different then any of those times to him. Vince apparently knew the drill all too well.
"Why don't you start by telling me the last time you saw your wife alive."
"Last week. Shane brought his wife and kids over to visit and we all had a family dinner. Isn't that right Shane?" Vince asked, shooting a look at his son, as if begging him to agree. Bret watched and noted it all on his notepad. Maybe he would dig a little deeper on the McMahon family after all. Something just seemed off with the two of them.
"Yeah, the family dinner a week ago. My wife Marissa can and will confirm this."
"Did your wife have a fight with anyone that we should look at as a suspect in the weeks leading up to her death?" Bret asked, trying to keep the questions on course.
"We run a wrestling business, and we piss people off on a daily basis. Anyone could have done this." Shane stated, not allowing Vince to get another word in edgewise.
"Okay here is the final question I have for the both of you. Where were you last night between the times of nine PM and 12 AM?"
"Are we suspects?" Vince asked, seemingly nervous as he choked down the urge to say and ask more.
"No you aren't at this point, but for our records we need to know where the two of you were at the time of the murder."
"We run a weekly show, done live called Monday Night Raw. We were both there last night, live from 9 - 12 am."
Bret realized that he had heard another lie coming from the two of them. They were hiding something and he was damn sure going to find out what it was. The live show ended at 11 and they had a whole other hour to get to where Linda was and have her executed. Something just wasn't right here.
Listening to what they said and noting it in his notebook, Bret closed it and stood from the chair.
"Thank you gentleman, I will be in touch if I need anything more. Just watch your back. We don't know the kind of sicko we are dealing with and we'd like to prevent more murders."
"Duly noted Detective, we will watch our backs. Please keep me informed on the status of the investigation as much as you can. I want this sicko found and dealt with." Vince said as Bret walked out of the office and shut the door. When they were sure he was gone, Shane looked at his dad in shock.
"You had me lie about a family dinner. Dad I think you better tell me what the fuck is going on here before he comes back with more questions that I won't be able to answer for you."
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Summary: A shocking murder hits the world of wrestling, and it's up to two different cops, partners in the homicide division to find out who did it and make them pay. But will one of them lose their heart along with the investigation?
A/N: So here comes another long awaited chapter of this one. I am writing this offline so this is the one that might take a while to update, because it's all based on my urge. So let's tally what I've done, I've killed Linda in one story and Stephanie in the other, LOL I really don't like that family much apparently. So none the less, here is the update for this one, and keep on reviewing and let me know what you think.
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"Have you found the evil son of a bitch who killed my wife and left her in that alley way?" Vince asked as Bret made his way into the office. The two men locked eyes, Bret making sure he was the one who wouldn't back down.
"That is why I am here Mr. McMahon. I have some questions for you and your son over there."
"Why would you need to question us? My mother was murdered in cold blood so go out there and find the bastard that did it."
"Well in order to do that and do it affectively, I have to rule out that one of you didn't kill her for your own personal gain. So why don't you let me ask the questions around here, you answer them the best you can and then I can be on my way?" Bret answered trying to keep himself composed even though Shane McMahon seemed to have dickhead written all over him.
"I apologize Detective. Ask whatever you need too. We're all in this for the same end result." Vince said, taking his seat again and awaiting the questioning.
Bret knew from looking into the family background that Vince was used to being questioned. He was in the middle of a steroid drug case ten years before and had to answer for a lot even then. Not to mention the wrongful death case of one of his talent a few years back. This would be no different then any of those times to him. Vince apparently knew the drill all too well.
"Why don't you start by telling me the last time you saw your wife alive."
"Last week. Shane brought his wife and kids over to visit and we all had a family dinner. Isn't that right Shane?" Vince asked, shooting a look at his son, as if begging him to agree. Bret watched and noted it all on his notepad. Maybe he would dig a little deeper on the McMahon family after all. Something just seemed off with the two of them.
"Yeah, the family dinner a week ago. My wife Marissa can and will confirm this."
"Did your wife have a fight with anyone that we should look at as a suspect in the weeks leading up to her death?" Bret asked, trying to keep the questions on course.
"We run a wrestling business, and we piss people off on a daily basis. Anyone could have done this." Shane stated, not allowing Vince to get another word in edgewise.
"Okay here is the final question I have for the both of you. Where were you last night between the times of nine PM and 12 AM?"
"Are we suspects?" Vince asked, seemingly nervous as he choked down the urge to say and ask more.
"No you aren't at this point, but for our records we need to know where the two of you were at the time of the murder."
"We run a weekly show, done live called Monday Night Raw. We were both there last night, live from 9 - 12 am."
Bret realized that he had heard another lie coming from the two of them. They were hiding something and he was damn sure going to find out what it was. The live show ended at 11 and they had a whole other hour to get to where Linda was and have her executed. Something just wasn't right here.
Listening to what they said and noting it in his notebook, Bret closed it and stood from the chair.
"Thank you gentleman, I will be in touch if I need anything more. Just watch your back. We don't know the kind of sicko we are dealing with and we'd like to prevent more murders."
"Duly noted Detective, we will watch our backs. Please keep me informed on the status of the investigation as much as you can. I want this sicko found and dealt with." Vince said as Bret walked out of the office and shut the door. When they were sure he was gone, Shane looked at his dad in shock.
"You had me lie about a family dinner. Dad I think you better tell me what the fuck is going on here before he comes back with more questions that I won't be able to answer for you."
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