Chapter 2

"Get in." The office said. Randy slowly eased himself next to his former friend John. Cena scooted over, his head still down as the door was closed. The policemen got in the front and drove off, randy decided to ask what was going on.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked.

"They said they wanted to bring me in for questioning about something." Cena replied, from his tone he didn't seem like he wanted to talk to him, but randy continued on.

"About what?"

"The hell if I know." Cena said becoming annoyed with the young superstar.

"They wanna question us about some murder that happened." Triple H finally said. He had been quiet throughout the whole trip, wondering how he fit into the situation.

"A murder? I didn't kill anybody, I ain't got nothing to do with this shit. These fools interrupted me when I was about to get some from Trish." Randy said as he sat back.

"Shit, they interrupted me when I was getting some from Ashley." John spoke up. "And how the fuck do I fit into some murder, I don't even know anybody that got killed."

"Me either." Hunter said as he looked out the window.

"Neither do I." Randy said as he lowered his head.

"Hey will you guys shut up back there, there will be plenty of time to talk when we get to the station." The first cop, who was driving, said.

"Asshole." The three superstars murmured in union.

10 minutes had gone by when the police car pulled up to the station, after letting the three guys out and leading them inside, they waited in a deserted area of the building. After waiting for about 15 minutes, a man dressed in a business suit holding a small notebook and a pen walked up to them.

"Good evening gentleman." He said in what sounded like a British accent. The three men kept silent. "My name is Detective Bennett, I suppose you know why you're here?"

"Questioning." The three said in union once again.

"Exactly. Now I will be talking to you individually in the interrogation room down the hall, after that you can leave." He explained. "Now Mr. Levesque, since you were the first to be picked up, you'll come with me." No questions asked, Paul rose up and followed the british man down the hall, the two cops stayed to keep an eye on Randy and John, who were now sitting as far away from each other as possible.

"Have a seat." Bennett said, paul did as told and sat in the lonely chair on one side of the small desk, the mysterious man sat in the other chair. "So Mr. Levesque, how are you feeling?"

"Nervous."

"I figured, um, did the police happen to tell you about what you were being questioned for?"

"...about a murder...but I don't know anybody that got killed..."

"Does the name Carmen King ring a bell?" Triple H lost his breath as her name was said. The name he never thought he'd hear again, and never wanted to. "Levesque?"

"...yes." He said quietly. "What happened to her?"

"She was beaten to death." Paul lowered his head trying his hardest to fight back tears. "I'm guessing you knew her well?" He nodded. "How do you know Ms. King?"

"College girlfriend."

"How long?"

"5 years." Detective Bennett wrote down what he just found out, he looked at paul.

"Mr. Levesque can you tell me where you were last week?"

"Um, I was down in the Boston area. I had gotten a call from someone who said they wanted to meet with me."

"I see." He wrote that particular piece of information down on a separate sheet. "Look, I can see you're really not in the mood to talk, so that will be all, thank you. Oh and please tell Mr. Cena I would like to see him next." Paul quickly rose from his seat and left the room, he needed air.

As he walked back down the hall, he sat in between John and Randy. They were staring at him as he bent down wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Dude what's wrong?" John asked, concerned.

"He wants to see you." A now nervous John Cena rose up and headed down the hall, silently wondering what could have been so horrible that it brung the Cerebral Assassin to tears?

"Hello John Cena." Detective Bennett greeted.

"Hey what's up?" John sat as he sat down.

"Nothing much. Are you nervous?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I'm in a police station, about to be questioned on some murder that I know nothin about. Of course I'm gonna be fucking nervous."

"Well, let's just start, shall we?" Bennett said understanding the man was in no mood to chit-chat. "Uh, do you happen to know a Ms. Carmen King?"

John swallowed hard.

Meanwhile Randy was sitting next to hunter wanting to find out why he was so upset.

"Please hunter tell me what's wrong."

"Just leave me alone Orton, you don't wanna know."

"Look, I know every since college we haven't been the best of friends. But you can still talk to me."

Hunter took a deep breath as he wiped his eyes again, "...you remember what happened in college a while back?"

"Between you, me and cena?" Hunter only nodded. "Yeah."

"You remember her?" He said.

Randy sighed as he sat back, "Of course I do."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think about her almost every night."

"Me too."

"But what does this have to do with our conversation?"

Hunter paused before he built up the guts to tell him. "She's dead."

Randy snapped his head towards hunter. "What" Just at that second john walked up to them, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"He wants to see you Randy."

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