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Thursday Night late

Jamie hurried down the street, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. He hated being out after dark anymore. Having seen Jack die on Tuesday night he knew that he was next on the hit list. Tuning to look behind him he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow. Breathing hard he increased his pace until his was almost running.

Slipping his hand into his jacket pocket he fingered his switchblade as he turned to look again. Seeing nothing he sighed in relief and pulled up short to catch his breath. Facing forward once again Jamie gasped in shock and fear as the form of a very large man appeared directly in his path.

Whimpering in fear he whipped around to escape only to be met by a second burly menace. Grinning evilly the large man gripped Jamie's arm to keep him from escaping.

"Jamie, you are a hard man to track down. There is no need to fear us; we just need to have a discussion with you." The first man spoke up in a deep voice.

"Wha….what do you want with me?" Jamie gasped out.

"Well now you see, the man who hired us, a good friend of his is in jail and it has come to our attention that you have the information to clear him." The first man continued as the second man led them toward a local bar.

Once they were seated inside in a back booth Jamie picked up the conversation. "I don't know nothing about anything."

"Well that is obvious." The second man said dryly.

The first man answered Jamie as if the second man had not spoken. "We were led to believe that you can identify the man who killed Jack Evanston."

Jamie shook his head furiously. "Oh no man, I didn't see anything. I wasn't even with him that night."

"Jamie Jamie Jamie, you're lying. Now you see John Cena is being blamed for the murder and our boss wants him out." The big man leaned in close to emphasize his point. "See we know who really did it but we have no proof. You are our proof. And the guy who murdered Jack? He knows you can identify him. He's real interested in your whereabouts."

"Yea he offered to take you off our hands if you don't deliver for us. Gave us an address and everything." The second man added.

Jamie paled and began gulping in air. "Okay so maybe I did see it happen. How's that going to help you?"

"Well now you just got to do what we tell you and we will keep you safe tonight. In the morning you need to go to the police and confess that you witnessed the crime."

"Oh no sorry I can't do that. I have warrants out for my arrest. I go to the police I end up in jail." Jamie confesses wringing his hands.

"I would think jail is preferable to being dead. Cause even if we don't turn you over tonight it will only take him a couple of days to find you. What do you think he is going to do with you?"

Jamie glanced around nervously. "Cops usually give protection to witnesses even if they are in jail." The second man inputted.

"And you two will keep me safe until I talk to the police?" Jamie questioned.

"That's our job. You just do yours."

Friday morning.

Donald Jameson walked into the conference area where his client was seated. "Well I have some good news, some bad news, and some weird news."

"How about the bad news first?" John requested.

"The judge decided that with you living out of town that you were too much of a flight risk so he has denied bail." Jameson told him.

"You figured that would be the case." John said, shrugging as if he didn't really care.

"I was hoping maybe your father would have enough influence to sway the judge's mind." The lawyer admitted.

"So how about the good news?" John asked, thinking he needed something good to happen.

"I got the report about Monica Evanston's arrest. Some pretty good friends you have there. I am sorry to hear about your daughter though. I am sure she will be found quickly. But the good news is that this will help your case quite a lot." Jameson reported, making notes as thoughts came to him.

"We discussed the bad news; you told me the good news that leaves the weird news. Honestly I don't know how things can get any more unusual around here." John joked.

"Well I got a call today, mostly likely a crank call. He informed me that the police were getting new information as we talked. Information that would ensure the release of my client."

"What's weird about that? I am sure you get crank calls all the time." John pointed out.

"We always check out every call no matter what. So I called the police station but everyone kept putting me off. So finally I spoke directly with the chief. He informed me that they did in fact have a new lead but they could not fill me in until they made sure it was accurate." The lawyer explained. Gathering his papers he prepared to leave. "Oh by the way I thought you would like to know. The man on the phone had the strongest Texan accent I have ever heard."

John smiled as the door shut behind him. Before he could get up to head back to his cell the guard motioned that he had another visitor. John looked at the door expectedly, only to be shocked speechless by what he saw.

Randy walked in wearing slacks ripped at the knees and smeared with dirt, grease and who knows what else. His shirt was missing every button and half a sleeve. His hair was sticking straight up and he had blood dripping down the side of his face.

Randy grinned slightly at the look on John's face. "They almost didn't let me in. They probably think I am someone who needs to be in this place."

"Do I even want to know?" John asked faintly.

"When Ari ran off yesterday I went after her." Randy started.

"Yea, Paul told me what happened. You know how much I appreciate everything you did but from the looks of you I'm thinking she can take better care of herself than you can." John said, struggling not to laugh.

"Well your lovely innocent seven year old daughter did about half of it." Randy informed him.

"You saw her?" John asked eagerly.

"I managed to catch her a couple of times. The problem was she didn't want to be caught." Randy stated dryly.

"Any way I know she can probably take care of herself but you have to think about all those sicko's out on the street. There has been a rash of child molestations lately." Randy pointed out.

"Thanks Randy. Seeing as how I am stuck in here and can't do anything about it I was really trying not to worry about that." John said angrily pounding his chained fists against the table.

"Sorry man, but that's all I could think about."

"It's okay. But when you leave here I need you to call this number. Just tell him that Ari is alone on the streets and I am concerned." John said pushing a piece of paper at him.

"Anyone I know?" Randy asked as he put the unfamiliar number in his pocket.

"That's not important. But he will make sure Ari is safe." John said ending that topic.

"Oh well that won't be necessary. Ari is downstairs." Randy said smugly.

"You mean to tell me that you had her with you and you are just now saying something?" John yelled angrily.

"Hey I had a bad night. I needed to get a little enjoyment out of this." Randy defended himself.

"Even though I owe you my life for finding my daughter I am not happy at the moment." John gritted out. "Is she alone downstairs? How do you know she will stay there till you get back?"

"She seems to like me and she really respects you. Its Dave and Paul that she had the problem with." Randy said before launching into the story about how he found her. "Like I said I caught up with her a couple of times and she fought like a wildcat, always managing to escape. But towards early morning she must have been shadowing me because after I was mugged she came out of hiding. She said she had to go along with me for my sake."

"You got mugged?" John said, trying not to laugh.

"Yea, but you know what really eats me up? I think kid was the same age as Laney. But he did have a really big knife and good aim with a rock." He said, reaching up to touch his cut forehead.

John shook his head in amusement. "So what now?"

"Well I promised Ari she would not have to go to child services. And since I have a show in Philly tonight I was thinking about taking her with me." He informed his friend.

"You take her across state line and you will be in big trouble. Take her to my dad. He will take care of her." John said giving him the address.

"Great I will let you get back to your suite. I have to get going." Randy said standing up.

"Actually there is one more thing I have to know." John leaned back in his chair smirking.

"What?" Randy asked, anxious to get back downstairs.

"You have been out all night right? Have you had any contact with Dave or Paul?" John asked already knowing the answer.

"Uhh, I was a little too busy to talk to them." Randy said sheepishly.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in? I think it's even more than me landing in jail." John laughed at the look on Randy's face.

"They won't do anything. I was obviously injured trying to save your daughter. And they won't be mad at you, what with you going through the trauma of jail and everything." Randy stated confidently.

John shook his head at his friend's foolishness. "Wrong on both counts. Dave is going to kill you because you put your self in danger and made them worry all night. Paul was here yesterday and mentioned how I was going to have a special meeting with the four of them as soon as everything was worked out." He laughed as his friend covered his ears. Raising his voice he continued. "Paul also mentioned how Steph was freaking out and how he really needed to go home. But you know he's not going to leave not knowing if you are all right."

"Shit I have to go dig my grave site. Know any good cemeteries?" Saying goodbye to his friend despite John's laughter Randy walked down to the first floor where he found Arianna slumped in a hard plastic chair.

"Is he mad?" She asked when she spotted him.

"At you? Not yet." Randy answered as he drew the phone number out of his pocket. "I need to make one call and then we can leave." He told her as they walked over to a pay phone. Feeding the machine quarters he punched in the number. Hearing the deep voice on the other end of the line he quickly hung up. "

"That was interesting."