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: For the reviews on the last two chapters that were submitted after I got a chance to write this one, thank you and keep them coming. This story is almost at its end now, so all the support thus far has been awesome.

"Must you show up everywhere that I am Detective? Cannot I not go to my show in peace?"

"Not when you are going to see someone who is wanted for a murder on my watch. I have to end this case, not for your family, not for me, but for my partner. He deserved better then this as a send off. I have a hunch you just might know who the real killer is, and you are going to take me too him."

"You have too much faith in my power Detective."

"And Vince, you think I am just another damn cop on your payroll. So why don't we call a spade a spade and I'll see you in California?"

"How do you know I'm going to California?" Vince asked, forgetting about how close the detective and Stephanie were at this point.

"Just a hunch. As I said, I am sure I'll see you while I'm there."

What Dave didn't expect when he landed at the airport eight hours and a healthy layover later was just how hard it was going to be to find Chris Irvine or Jericho.

Picking up his rental car and driving to the hotel, he couldn't believe how over tired he now was. He had done so many sleepless nights, but now for some reason he was finally letting it catch up with him. Pulling in the front lot and allowing the valet parking man to take his car, he went in and proceeded to check into the hotel.

Grabbing his keys from the lady at the front desk, he realized his room was on the main floor. Going down the proper hallway, he slipped the key into the door.

Flicking on the light and seeing the strange blonde sitting in the chair waiting for him, he reached for his revolver.

"Put it down detective. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to put an end to all of this."

"Who are you?"

"I am the man you've been flying all night to find. Yes, she called me, so here I am."

"Chris Irvine right?"

"One and the same Detective Williams."

So you're ready to turn yourself in?"

"No."

"Then why the hell are you here in my room showing yourself to me, when you know I am going to arrest you."

"I planted the bracelet, and the cuff links at both murder scenes. I wanted you to clue in."

"But you killed my partner, why should I trust anything you have to say to me?"

"Because Dave, if I can call you Dave, I can give you the person behind all of this murder and sickness. The person behind this can kill you for talking to me, but I want to stop it before it gets to that point."

"Did you or did you not shoot my partner?"

"Yes I did."

"Then you are under arrest."

"Don't you want to know who killed the other people?" Chris asked, playing for time and hoping that the Detective was brighter then he looked.

"You'll say anything to me right now so that you avoid going to jail for killing a police officer."

"Maybe I would, but if I really wanted to get away with it do you think I would go around freely admitting I killed him?"

Dave had to admit he had a point. Chris knew he was in way over his head and he knew there was no longer a way out. He just wanted to make it all end now, just as much as Dave himself did.

"Whose cufflinks were those?" Dave muttered not wanting to admit that they had anything in common.

"They belong to the one person that throughout this whole killing spree you didn't go to see."

"And that person would be who? We know that everyone I was in contact with on this case was either hurt or killed, so who is left still standing?"

"Detective, you're a smart man, I want you to think about what you just said. It will all make sense when you realize it."

"I don't think I follow you."

"Dave, the stupid bitch had me tape the two of you."

"What are you talking about?"

"The one person that kept herself close enough not to be suspected is who I am talking about. The one person that even now with the evidence hitting you square in the face, you choose to believe in."

"No, she couldn't have. You're just trying to push this off of yourself and onto someone else."

"Looks can be deceiving Dave, and apparently for you, hers were the worst kind."