Chapter 9: The Uninvited One

It's been three days after John and Stacy had the talk at the diner. They had agreed that if the FBI won't do anything to solve the case, they'd better do the move to solve it.

"Let's meet at the food court of the hotel." John called Stacy on the phone that night.

"How about eight in the morning." Stacy suggested.

"That would be great. See you there." John said and hung up. The two of them had filed a leave from their jobs. They reasoned that they're both not in the condition to wrestle. Given the current condition that their boyfriend and girlfriend just died. Eric Bischoff and Teddy Long had granted that leave and left with the rest of the Raw and Smackdown roster after the burial. They said they completely understand and didn't push the issue further. The two superstars remained in Connecticut to investigate without the FBI's knowledge.

Stacy was getting out of the shower that morning. She was getting ready for their investigation. She had faded jeans and black fitting top on. She wore white sneakers along with a white cap and dark shades. She tied her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She doesn't need to wear stilettos and those short mini skirts in this occasion. As she got out of the bathroom, she saw Randy's bag in a corner. She felt her eyes warming up as she made her way to it. When she reached the bag, the tears she'd been holding back fell uncontrollably. She slowly opened it and took out the shirt Randy wore before going to Hunter's party. She brought it to her chest and cried.

"I swear Randy, I'll never stop until I'll caught that bastard who killed you. He'll pay dearly for what he did!" she promised through gritted teeth to Randy and to herself. She was still clutching the shirt hard when she heard somebody knocked on the door. She hastily put the shirt back inside the bag, wondering who could be on the other side of the door. It couldn't be John since they agreed that they'll meet each other in the food court. She quickly made her way to the door and opened it. She was surprise to see the person outside. He had his back to her but she completely knows who it is.

"What are you doing here?" she said in a stern voice.

"Aren't we being rude?" said the man in front of her. He was wearing his usual cocky grin.

"What do you want? I'm in a hurry." She snapped again. She doesn't need to see him. He had been out of her life long ago. It doesn't make sense that he's here in front of her.

"I just want to see if you're okay. You know how much I care for you." The man said. Stacy could smell his alcohol breath as he speaks. No doubt he's drunk again.

"You don't care about me. All you care about is yourself!" she said in a loud voice. But the man wasn't affected at all.

"Can I come inside?" it wasn't really a question. It was more of a statement as he made to get past her without Stacy's consent.

"How dare you! Get away from me and stay away from my sight!" Stacy was now screaming. But the man just gave her a cocky smile.

"Oh c'mon babe!" the man just said and he move to give her a kiss.

"Get away from me you bastard!" Stacy said and slapped him hard across the face.

"You like it rough?" the man challenged her as he grabbed her hair. Stacy yelped in pain.

"Let me go!"

"No I won't." the man answered and laughed at Stacy's expression.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Stacy heard John's voice from the hallway to their left. It was enough for Stacy. John distracted the man and Stacy gave a hard knee to the man's nuts. It loosened his grip on Stacy so she got away and ran to John's direction.

"Ouch!" the man exclaimed as he limped away from them. He leaned his back on the wall still feeling the pain. Even with a pained expression on his face, it was still clear that he was glaring at Stacy and John. "I'll get back at you for doing this to me, bitch!" he exclaimed with difficulty.

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