omg! randy on smackdown! no way! he should have stayed on raw for batista! well at least the bashams quit! they desereve better than being jbl's back ups!

anyways on to the story!

Chapter 12: The Search Continues

"Stabbed?" Stacy said under her breath. Lieutenant Parker did say that her boyfriend and Dawn Marie did die in a painful stabbed death.

"Yes. There were two of them." The old man said sadly.

"Did you notice by any chance the face of the killers? I mean did you caught a glimpse of the killers' face?" John asked the old man.

"I'm sorry but it was a dark night young man." The old man apologized to them.

"Can you describe to us how you saw them from afar?" Stacy asked tentatively.

"Well, he was just as tall as the young man inside the car. His body built is almost just like yours. Though I couldn't really be so sure. He had spiky hair. The other one was shorter, he wasn't that muscular as the first one. And he doesn't have any hair." the old man described the two persons he had seen that night.

"Oh!" Stacy said slowly. Her mind keeps pushing Andrew's face into view. But who was the other one?

"I'm really sorry, if that is all I could say. I really do want to help." The old man said to them, they felt he was saying the truth.

"Thank you, Mr.?" John said.

"George Caldwell." the old man introduced himself to them for the first time.

"Thank you Mr. Caldwell." Stacy said gratefully.

"I really wish I could be of more help to you. But it's all I know." the old man continued.

"You were much of help, sir." John said.

"We better get going, Mr. Caldwell. Thanks for your help." Stacy said again and George Caldwell gave them a toothless smile of encouragement. They waved goodbye and John, together with Stacy drove off back to the hotel.

"Do you believe everything that old man said to us?" John asked Stacy as he was driving the car back to the hotel.

"I do John. And I think that killer is from somewhere around here. He used that "famous curse" to execute his plan so that no one will be surprised that someone died in that place." Stacy said thinking deeply, putting the pieces together.

"I think so too. I think it's someone close to Randy. They had planned this well. Using that story to kill them. It's ingenious!" John exclaimed as he pound the steering wheel.

Not far away a red tinted car was following them from behind. John and Stacy didn't notice it.

"Hello, they found something about Orton and Dawn Marie's death." A man said urgently over his mobile phone, inside the red tinted Chrysler Crossfire car.

"What! I thought you said, you all had it under control!" another man's voice was heard from the other end of the line.

"I already paid big time for that man to keep his silence!" the first man spoke up in a slightly raised voice.

"Then why is this happening?" the second man demanded.

"There's another man who saw what happened. I didn't know it until now when I followed those two in here." He explained to the other man.

"I thought you were the perfect man for this job. You claimed to do it without leaving any clue!" the man hissed in an angry voice.

"I thought I did too! Now man, I'm thinking how to fix this problem." The first man added.

"You better, and in a fast way! I don't want anybody suspecting me about what happened!" he said in a mean voice.

"Shit! If someone should be worrying, it would be me and my mate! Since we killed them and someone saw it! They trust you! Completely trust you for that matter." the first man said angrily. Why is he blaming me for this?

"Make that old man keep his peace forever. I don't want another problem stacking up this one!" the second man said with his big nose flaring angrily and hung up suddenly.

"Shit!" the first man muttered to himself. 'He's treating me like a servant!' he said inside his murky brown mind. 'But it's worth for what he's paying me." He said and smiled as he felt his thick wallet inside the side pocket of his pants. "And I want Stacy! Now that Orton's out of the way, we can be together." He continued and smiled to himself.