Disclaimer: I do not own the wrestlers 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.
A/N2: No it is not Bret Hart, so am I still playing hot and cold here? LOL be cause that is colder then ice. I wouldn't use Bret in this anyway because I respect him too much. LOL Every one else though is fair game cause they can all go to hell. LOL Okay, here is the next chapter, and if any of you read the disclaimers I am sorry that my other story got put on this one, LOL
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"Well look who is up and about again!" Bret said as him and Dave made their way into the private room occupied by Stephanie McMahon.
"I don't sit down for long gentleman. I figured with all of the media attention surrounding my family that you guys would know that by now."
Dave laughed lightly and sat down beside the bed. He watched Stephanie, as she seemed to look right through his partner.
"Well I am glad they didn't make this a second murder. You are one lucky heiress." He said, flashing a small tactical smile. What he didn't expect and what Dave did was Stephanie's response.
"Thank you for your concern Detective Havermann, but if you knew anything about me you would know I supported my mother, and that means I am no longer the air headed heiress that you think I am."
"I didn't mean-
Feeling the tension in the room so sharp that you could be cut Dave decided to jump into the reason they were there to begin with.
"Stephanie, can you tell us who did this to you? Can you remember anything from that night?"
Thinking a moment and then throwing Bret an icy cold stare, she turned to face Dave.
"I'll tell you what I remember but I don't want him in the room with us."
Respecting her decision and her residual anger from the comments he made, Bret patted his partner on the back and left the room. When they were sure that he was gone Stephanie cleared her throat and began to speak.
"I don't know who did it, but I can tell you who ordered it."
"Who?"
"My father of course. Vincent Kennedy McMahon can order anything he wants these days."
"But why would he want to hurt you?"
"Because in the weeks leading up to my mothers death and my attack I had disowned him. My mother wanted to leave him and I wanted to help her."
"So you turned out to be the black sheep in the family?"
"Exactly. I didn't see much that night. Just a big body, not a female otherwise he was all dark."
"Well what you have told us up until this point has been helpful. What were the extent of your injuries?"
"He slit just above my breast. I couldn't understand why he would but it was probably because he liked breast enhancements or something sick. I've got bruises all over that will heal and he took out my leg for a bit. All of it will heal with time, but I don't think I will."
Dave felt his whole inside go numb as he wrote down what she had said. The crimes were connected and that meant that the common link was their lead suspect, Vince McMahon. He didn't want to admit it but hearing her talk about what the bastard did too her made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to take care of her; just to make sure he never struck again.
"How soon are they breaking you from here?" Stephanie looked up, a little taken aback by the question.
"Another couple of days or so. They just want to make sure I am alright."
"Glad to hear it, so do you think that when you're free maybe we could have dinner? You know, to discuss the case?"
"Why Detective Dave, are you asking me out on a date in the name of work?"
Dave blushed, which irritated him since he never did that, and he buried his head in his hands. He had never come on to a woman they way his body was making him do now and it freaked him out.
"Yeah I guess I am."
"Then I accept. Call me and we can set something up."
Standing up from the chair, he touched her hand gently and smiling wide he turned and walked out the door. He was happy that he had come here today and now he was even more intent on bringing Vince McMahon down.
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A/N2: No it is not Bret Hart, so am I still playing hot and cold here? LOL be cause that is colder then ice. I wouldn't use Bret in this anyway because I respect him too much. LOL Every one else though is fair game cause they can all go to hell. LOL Okay, here is the next chapter, and if any of you read the disclaimers I am sorry that my other story got put on this one, LOL
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"Well look who is up and about again!" Bret said as him and Dave made their way into the private room occupied by Stephanie McMahon.
"I don't sit down for long gentleman. I figured with all of the media attention surrounding my family that you guys would know that by now."
Dave laughed lightly and sat down beside the bed. He watched Stephanie, as she seemed to look right through his partner.
"Well I am glad they didn't make this a second murder. You are one lucky heiress." He said, flashing a small tactical smile. What he didn't expect and what Dave did was Stephanie's response.
"Thank you for your concern Detective Havermann, but if you knew anything about me you would know I supported my mother, and that means I am no longer the air headed heiress that you think I am."
"I didn't mean-
Feeling the tension in the room so sharp that you could be cut Dave decided to jump into the reason they were there to begin with.
"Stephanie, can you tell us who did this to you? Can you remember anything from that night?"
Thinking a moment and then throwing Bret an icy cold stare, she turned to face Dave.
"I'll tell you what I remember but I don't want him in the room with us."
Respecting her decision and her residual anger from the comments he made, Bret patted his partner on the back and left the room. When they were sure that he was gone Stephanie cleared her throat and began to speak.
"I don't know who did it, but I can tell you who ordered it."
"Who?"
"My father of course. Vincent Kennedy McMahon can order anything he wants these days."
"But why would he want to hurt you?"
"Because in the weeks leading up to my mothers death and my attack I had disowned him. My mother wanted to leave him and I wanted to help her."
"So you turned out to be the black sheep in the family?"
"Exactly. I didn't see much that night. Just a big body, not a female otherwise he was all dark."
"Well what you have told us up until this point has been helpful. What were the extent of your injuries?"
"He slit just above my breast. I couldn't understand why he would but it was probably because he liked breast enhancements or something sick. I've got bruises all over that will heal and he took out my leg for a bit. All of it will heal with time, but I don't think I will."
Dave felt his whole inside go numb as he wrote down what she had said. The crimes were connected and that meant that the common link was their lead suspect, Vince McMahon. He didn't want to admit it but hearing her talk about what the bastard did too her made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to take care of her; just to make sure he never struck again.
"How soon are they breaking you from here?" Stephanie looked up, a little taken aback by the question.
"Another couple of days or so. They just want to make sure I am alright."
"Glad to hear it, so do you think that when you're free maybe we could have dinner? You know, to discuss the case?"
"Why Detective Dave, are you asking me out on a date in the name of work?"
Dave blushed, which irritated him since he never did that, and he buried his head in his hands. He had never come on to a woman they way his body was making him do now and it freaked him out.
"Yeah I guess I am."
"Then I accept. Call me and we can set something up."
Standing up from the chair, he touched her hand gently and smiling wide he turned and walked out the door. He was happy that he had come here today and now he was even more intent on bringing Vince McMahon down.
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