Stacy was afraid, but not for herself. Though there had been nothing definitive either way, something told her that Randy wasn't the only one that was in danger. Ric Flair had more enemies than any of his partners, and if one could come after Randy, she didn't see a reason that they wouldn't come after Ric, too.
Ric started to get out and Stacy put a hand on his leg. He turned to her and she wasn't sure exactly what she should say, if she should even say anything at all. She didn't want him to think that she was overreacting or anything, but she was worried about him. She was worried about all of the, really, but him in particular.
He was all she had left. Sure, she had brothers and sisters scattered over the country, but they had all found a reason to avoid Ric, and by extension, her as well. The only family she really had was Ric, and she couldn't imagine what things would be like without him. It had been just the two of them since she was thirteen. She thought that it would always boil down to just the two of them.
"Dad?" Stacy bit her lip, then sighed. "I, um... I want you to be careful, alright?"
"Stace..." He sighed and reached out to her. Lightly, his fingers brushed her cheek. "There's nothing for you to worry about, baby. I'm Ric Flair. Nobody's gonna hurt me. They're not that stupid."
"Randy would have said that, too." She shrugged. "If Trish hadn't found him when she did he'd be dead and... you're getting kind of old, Dad. You're not as quick as you used to be."
"Oh, now I'm old, huh?" He winked at her. "I'll have you know I'm still a kiss-stealin' son of a gun and Space Mountain runs..."
Stacy put her hands quickly over his mouth and shook her head. "Dad, please. You keep Space Mountain all to yourself. Daughters don't wanna hear that."
He rolled his eyes and pushed her hand down. "Then what do they want to hear?"
"That their parents will be safe."
"Stacy, I'll be safe. Don't worry about me. You just keep your mind on business, and everything will be fine."
"Maybe..." She sighed and leaned forward, pressing her elbows into her legs, just above the knee. "Dad? I think there's something I should tell you. I, um... I didn't tell that cop because, well... you always say not to offer them up anything and with Dave in super lawyer mode, I didn't think he'd really give me the chance to say it, anyway."
"What's going on, Stacy?" He gripped her arms and turned her towards him. "Did you see something tonight?"
"Well... I was getting ready to tell you when we got the call to go out back. I mean... it could've been him. Trish said the guy had long hair, right? But... I don't know. I got creepy vibes from him, but I really didn't think he was the killer type. And Chyna watched him go off in the other direction, and he'd have had to pass by the front again to get back there, wouldn't he?"
His brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? Who did you see?"
"That guy... Bret Hart?" She sighed and sat back against the seat. "On my way in, he came up to me and said that I was in his office and that he was going to take you all down. But, he sounded more the corporate raider type, not the killer type, ya know?"
"Bret Hart?" Ric's body went rigid. "I thought I got rid of him," he muttered, then shook his head. "You're sure it was Hart."
"Oh yeah. He told me his name and Chyna identified him. She came over and made him go away, then led me into the club. You don't... you don't think he was the one that attacked Randy, do you? Because if he did, I really should've told Benoit. I just... he was starting to get on my nerves with all his questions, and I really didn't think he'd do anything about it."
Ric shook his head and let his body relax. "No. It's fine. Benoit couldn't stop an old woman from walking across the street. He wouldn't have cared. Besides, he'd have probably just thought I put you up to implicating somebody who caused us trouble."
"But... what if it was him, Dad? What if he's a complete nutjob and he comes after the rest of you? What if he comes after Randy again. What if..." She gulped. "What if he comes after me?"
"Don't you worry about him." He cupped her cheek and smiled. "You're perfectly safe. This has nothing to do with you. So, you don't worry, alright? Just go home and get some rest."
"But..."
"But nothing. I'm going in here and we'll have a talk, and then... If it makes you feel any better, I'll come by your place tonight to show you that everything's alright. Somebody'll get caught soon, and then there won't be anything to worry about."
Stacy looked at him and sighed. His voice... he was trying to calm her, but he only served to worry her even more. While Stacy may have thought the world of her father and she chose not to believe the majority of the things printed about him in the papers, she was under no delusion that her father was the perfect legal citizen. He did bad things, and he did what he thought was necessary to reach his goals. If his goals were to punish the person who attacked Randy, then she didn't doubt that he would do it. She worried, though, that this would end in something he couldn't fix.
"I don't want you to go to jail, Dad."
"Jail? What are you talking about, jail?"
"Just... let the cops handle this one, alright? Don't go and do anything..." She stopped and thought. Stupid? Her father never did anything stupid, but that didn't mean it was the most intelligent thing to do either. "Don't do anything that Dave can't get you out of."
Ric sighed. "Alright. I won't do anything that Dave can't get me out of. Happy?"
"No. But it's about the best I'm gonna get." She shrugged. "Go on and have your meeting. Come by if you want, but I'll probably already be asleep. You've got the key, right?"
"Yeah. Now, just... get some rest and I'll see you at the office in the morning."
She nodded. Stacy leaned over and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then turned to stare out the window. She heard the door close, then told the driver to take her home. Ric had done his best, but he wasn't able to really ease her mind. The only thing that would do that would be the cops bringing in Randy's attacker. Then she would know that the rest were safe.