Chapter 3

It had been two weeks and Triple H, John Cena and Randy Orton were still feeling the effects of their interrogation. And as much as they wanted to talk to each other about the situation they had now become apart of, they couldn't bring themselves to relive those memories of... her.

But they would have to soon enough.

It was another slow and calm day as Hunter was in his locker room with his wife Stephanie. He had just had a match and was unwrapping the tape from his knees, stephanie was staring at him intently. He had been acting weird every since the thing with the police, the fact that it had to do with a murder scared her to the point where she was afraid to bring the subject up. But she felt like she needed to know what was going on, after all, she was his wife.

"Paul, baby." She said. Paul's eyes were still focused on unwrapping the tape.

"Yeah, honey."

"I know you don't wanna talk about it, but what happened in New Jersey?"

"...I just knew somebody that got killed...that's all." Hunter replied as if he was ending the conversation. But steph pushed for a better answer.

"Who was it?"

"...I don't remember." He lied. After he finished unwrapping himself, he slipped on some pants and got his stuff packed up. Without anymore words said they left to the parking lot so they could go back to the hotel.

"Baby, I know something happened a couple of weeks ago. You can tell me, you can talk to me and we'll work it out." Stephanie wasn't understanding why hunter was refusing to talk to her, she was his wife, he could tell her anything.

"I know Steph, but this is just something I can't..." As Hunter and her walked out into the lot, they were met by the same two policemen from New Jersey. Behind them was a police car, its lights shining brightly. And in the backseat were John and Randy staring at him with frightened looks.

"Good evening again gentlemen." Detective Bennett greeted with a smile. The three men had all walked into the interrogation room where they found bennett sitting atop of the desk awaiting their arrival.

"What do you want now?" Randy asked crossing his arms over his chest, john and hunter did the same.

"It has come to my attention that ironically you three were in Boston almost a month ago, correct?"

"Yeah I was there." John said leaning back against the wall.

"Me too." Said randy.

"Same here." Said hunter.

"Well coincidently Carmen was murdered in Boston. Now here's where it gets weird, all three of you happened to be in Boston the same week."

"So." Randy said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"...Carmen was killed that same week."

"Wait, hold the fuck up, are you tryin to suspect that we killed carmen." Cena said with a hint of anger in his tone.

"I'm only tellin you what I took notes on."

"Well ya notes are fucked up." Cena replied.

"Calm down, John." Hunter said.

Cena turned to him, "Don't tell me to fuckin calm down. This son ova bitch is accusing me of killin somebody and you want me to calm down?"

"I'm not accusing you...but unfortunately Howard Ellis is."

"Who in the hell is Howard Ellis?" Hunter asked suspiciously.

"He's the lawyer for the King family." Bennett hopped off the desk to face all three men, he sighed deeply. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but enlight of this and other evidence. Mr. Ellis and the King family have reason to accuse you of murdering their daughter Carmen King."

All three men's eyes widened in shock.

"You shittin me...please tell me you're shittin me." Hunter said, his jaw wide opened.

"No, I'm not "shittin" you. A date is being set to begin the trial, as of right now you three are the prime suspects in this case." Bennett explained.

"I don't believe this shit." Cena responded running a hand through his hair.

"You guys need to get a defense attorney, and if you don't mind...I would like to fill that position." Randy, John and Hunter turned to him.

"You serious?" Randy asked. Bennett nodded.

"I wanna help you guys."

"Give us one reason why we should trust you to defend us?" Hunter asked while cena and orton nodded.

Detective Bennett shoved his hands in his pockets, a smirk spread over his face as he stared at them individually. "I'm the only one you got." The three looked at each other.

What other choice did they have?

Later that night after talking with Bennett some more, Randy, Cena and Hunter were dropped off at their hotel. They stood outside to rethink everything that just occurred.

"I can't believe this." Hunter said, breaking the strange silence.

"What are we gonna do?" Randy asked.

"We do what we gotta do. Do this shit and pray that we come out innocent, cause I know I didn't kill Angel." Cena stated. The two turned to him.

"Angel?" Randy questioned.

"That was my nickname for her, I would always tell her she looked like angel." He explained with a sigh. John quietly said his next sentence. "She would always call me Dimplez."

"I would always call her Smiley." Randy said grinning at the thought of her gorgeous smile. "She called me Smirkey."

"I'd call her Sparkle." Hunter replied. "She would call me Daddy." All three men stared at each other for a moment, before they shared a laugh, for the first time in years.

"Listen, ya'll wanna stay up in my room tonight?" John asked looking at the two.

"Yeah, we obviously got a lot to talk about." Randy said.

"Plus we're gonna be spending all this time together, why not start now?" Hunter explained. The three smiled and headed inside for the night.

A week had past since the shocking news about Carmen King. Randy was in his hotel room watching t.v., Trish had gone to get their mail. It seemed that the two weren't getting along every since New Jersey, trish would always complain that they don't spend enough time together, but randy paid no attention to it. He could care less about her complaints, he was a busy man, what could he do? He snapped out of his thoughts as Trish closed the door, her brown eyes focused on the envelopes in her hand.

"Anything for me?" Randy asked. Trish walked over and tossed two envelopes in his lap before heading to the bathroom. "Thanks honey." She slammed the door shut. Randy looked at the first piece of mail, his credit card bill, he would deal with that later. He then looked at the other, he opened it up and read the paper, it said:

Dear Mr. Orton,

Good afternoon, my name is Mr. Howard Ellis. I am the attorney for the King family, recently you were told about the tragic death of their daughter Carmen King from Detective Bennett, who I have found out is also your new defense attorney. Along with some evidence that we found we understand that you and two other gentlemen had a close relationship with Ms. King a few years ago, which is the reason why you three are now the prime suspects in this murder trial. Which brings me to the point.

A date has been set to begin trial, on the 28th of this month. And incase your not smart enough to understand, that's a week and a half. We would like for you to talk with your "defense attorney" about all the details you'll need for this case. Judge Harris would like for everyone to dress appropriately, you may bring your family and friends to the courthouse–you'll find that information out from Bennett–If you have any witnesses or people you would like to testify on your behalf, bring them as well. Keep in mind that there will be tons of media at the courthouse.

Sincerely, Howard Ellis

P.S. Don't drop the soap in prison.

"Motherfucker." Randy growled, the phone began to ring. He answered it. "Hello."

"Did you get a letter from that Ellis bitch?" Cena replied, he seemed pissed off.

"Yeah just finished readin it." Randy crumbled up the paper and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Did you read what he said?"

"Don't drop the soap in prison." Randy replied. "Bastard."

"You wanna go out and get something to eat with Hunter?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way." Randy hung up and slipped on his jacket. He headed out just as Trish was getting out the shower.

"Randy?" She called, no answer. She opened the bathroom door to find no sign of the Legend Killer. She did however find a crumbled piece of paper behind the couch. "Can't even pick up after himself." She carelessly opened it up and read it, her face turning from boredom to shock in mere seconds.

"Oh you got a lot of explaining to do when you get home Orton." Trish said angrily.