Well I have to go back to work tonight so I'm warning you now that I probably won't update for at least another week. I hope you all love where this story is going. It seems to be writing itself. Thanks for taking the time to review. Happy reading.
"Miss Evanston, I understand that you are very upset about your brother. But can you think of anyone who would want to harm him?" Detective Brooksbank asked.
Monica pretended to think hard as she wiped away the fake tears. In truth she was elated that her mean spirited brother was no longer available to knock her around. She also saw this as an opportunity to get revenge on the one man she had always loved.
"I'm not quite sure, but John Cena was here yesterday. He was threatening me and he and Jack had an altercation. In fact Jack spent three hours in the ER yesterday getting his arm casted. I also have a restraining order against him."
"Thank you madam. We will be sure to check him out. I will be in touch." Detective Brooksbank told her.
"Oh I so hope you arrest him. He terrifies me. He's been stalking my niece for the last five months." Monica cried pitifully.
Brooksbank nodded, not wanting to have to subject him self to comforting her.
Walking down the stairs a few minutes later he was stopped by a young couple standing in their doorway.
"Excuse me sir. Are you investigating the death of Jack?" The young man asked. When the detective nodded he went on. "It's just that my wife and I witnessed the altercation yesterday. Mr. Cena has been here quite often in the last several months so we have become familiar with him. When ever he is here there is always loud voices and crashing coming from the apartment above us."
Interested now the detective motioned for them to continue.
"Yesterday Mr. Cena brought a female companion with him. Jack had walked up behind her. When Mr. Cena saw this he punched him, hard enough to make him fall down the stairs. Mr. Cena threatened to kill him if he touched the girl ever again and then kicked him. You just don't kick a down man. I guess that's why I remember so much." The young man said nervously, watching as the detective furiously wrote everything down.
"Can you remember the exact words Cena used when he threatened Mr. Evanston?" Detective Brooksbank asked.
The young man's wife spoke up for the first time. "He said 'If you ever put your hands, or even get with in two feet of Journey again I will cut you into little pieces and feed you to my dogs.' Word for word."
"He specifically said he would cut him into little pieces?" Detective Brooksbank asked, thinking about the missing parts of the body.
"Yea, absolutely." The young women replied, hugging her waist out of nerves.
"Thank you both very much. Another detective will be over shortly to take a more formal interview." The detective said before taking his leave.
Once out in his car he got on his cell phone and called his partner. "Lance, I need you to get me all the information you can on John Cena. I think we have our man."
"Okay, so you have called your broker and had the million transferred. I withdrew my money. So all we need is for Paul to get here." Randy said, checking everything off on the list.
When John didn't say anything Randy looked over at him. "John, you listening man?"
"Yea, sorry just a lot on my mind." John replied shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. "I'm thinking about tomorrow. You and I are definitely going. I can't see excluding Paul and who ever else he brings. This way if Monica tries anything we will have plenty of backup."
"Yea, I wasn't worried about backup." Randy said giving John a strange look. "What about the girls? They are going to want to come and they will use Arianna as an excuse."
"No way. They will just cause problems." John declared.
"Oh I know that, but you can be the one to explain that to them." Randy informed his friend.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes before John spoke up. "Something else was bothering me. We need to have some way of legally saying that custody has been transferred. I mean what's to keep Monica from calling the cops and pressing kidnapping charges as soon as we walk out the door?"
"That I don't know. But a very good point. I don't want to go to jail for kidnapping your kid." Randy stated thoughtfully. "Maybe Paul will have an idea. He's big on all that legal stuff."
They once again fell silent. Finally John spoke up. "The girls have been gone a long time."
"They're shopping. Not only shopping, but for a child. They will be gone forever." Randy explained.
"I don't see why they had to go shopping anyway. Don't you think the kid has stuff already?" John asked a little desperately.
"Do you really think Monica is going to let her take anything with her? Besides living with that bitch she probably doesn't have a whole lot in the first place." Randy pointed out.
"Yea but don't they realize they are going to have to go shopping again when we get back to Connecticut?"
"I think that's half the fun of it. Relax man, they are just getting essentials. Now why don't you tell me what's really bothering you." Randy asked as he handed John a beer.
"This right here is what's scaring me." John exclaimed holding up the beer.
"A bottle of beer scares you?" Randy asked very confused.
"Once I have a kid there is going to be no more beer, no more wild parties, no more fun. I am going to have to change everything." John exploded throwing the bottle in the sink where it shattered.
"I am not grown up enough to be having this conversation yet." Randy muttered. Raising his voice he addressed John. "Mark's a parent isn't he? Are you telling me he never drinks anymore?"
John just rolled his eyes and got up to pace.
"And when was the last time you actually went to a wild party or even done some serious clubbing. Face it man, I think you were done with that lifestyle even before you found out you were a father so pick another excuse."
John waved Randy's reasoning aside. "What am I suppose to do with her while I am on the road? There is no way I could do it. Am I supposed to quit a job that I love?"
"Who says you have to quit. There are a lot of families that come on the road now. Or you do what Mark and Delaney do. There are nannies or boarding school." Randy said, trying to think of all the possibilities.
"I am not sending her away." John growled, his hands forming into fists.
"Just listing possibilities. This is something the two of you are going to have to sit down and discuss." Randy held up his hands in peace.
"What about when we go home? I don't even have a bed for her to sleep in." John asked slumping back into his chair.
"Now that is something you don't have to worry about. You have two willing females who love to shop. Let them take care of that." Randy smiled.
John sighed and put his head into his hands. "I'm scared. What if I mess up? I don't know how to be a father. I've never been one before." He whispered.
"Everyone is scared about becoming a father. Look at Paul. He's only got two more months and he's terrified. And just think Paul's got to deal with the dirty diapers and the crying. You get to bypass all that. She's even potty trained for you." Randy teased.
"Yea and she probably already has expectations of how things should be. What if I don't measure up?"
"One, she already loves you. What about all the little things you have done for her over the past months. And tomorrow you are going to rescue her. You are going to be a hero in her eyes. That is the highest you ever need to reach for." Randy informed his friend.
"I guess it just all caught up with me. Over the last couple of months I was just worried about keeping her safe. Now, by this time tomorrow I'm going to be all she has." John said, giving Randy a doe caught in the headlights look.
Randy laughed. "Better you than me." He said grinning when John chucked.
"Don't think you won't be on baby sitting detail." The father to be said.
The doorbell rang before Randy could come up with an appropriate reply. "That's probably Paul." John said getting up to answer the door.
"Uh John what are you doing?" Randy asked when he noticed that his friend had stopped in front of the door and was rolling his shoulders.
"Dave is probably on the other side of the door. I'm just bracing my self for the blows." John replied, glancing over his shoulder at Randy as he opened the door. Turning back around he was confronted by two men in cheap suits.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked warily as one of the men flashed a badge.
"Mr. John Cena?" The taller of the two gentlemen asked.
"That would be me." John answered, as his heart began beating double time.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Jack Evanston." The shorter man said as he pulled a card out of his shirt pocket. "You have the right to remain silent……."
John stared in disbelief as the officer finished reading and cuffed his wrists behind his back. Turning wide eyes to where his friend stood in stunned silence he tried to get his attention.
"Randy, you have to make sure you make the payment. Do you understand? You have to pay her." He yelled down the hall as he was pushed from the building.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Randy asked himself before turning and ramming a hole in the wall with his fist.