"I tell you, none of my boys will ever make it as an actor," Styles grinned as he and Cena entered the elevator to take them up to Malenko's office. "They each got the one thing they wanted the most, but you should've seen their faces trying to be happy and say 'thanks' when they also got underwear and socks."

Cena grinned. "I can imagine." He'd been partnered with Styles long enough to be familiar with his children. "Did your little girl do better?"

"My baby's an angel," Styles assured him. "She got the doll she wanted and gave the wife and me kisses and hugs for the underwear and socks."

They stepped off the elevator and proceeded to Malenko's office. His receptionist motioned for them to go in. "Special D.A. Cole has already arrived."

As Malenko waved them to chairs across from his desk, Cole smiled at them from his seat on the small couch.

Cena got to the point. "The FBI lab confirmed the DNA found at the crime scene of Renee Young's murder belongs to Bray Wyatt. Their people will testify in Court when we need them."

"Great," Cole smiled in relief. "Now all we have to do is find Wyatt."

Malenko leaned back in his chair. "That takes Moxley off the suspect list. Let him know that as soon as you can. I'll issue a press release this afternoon." He glanced at Cole who nodded.

"Just let me know when, and we'll do it together." Cole looked at the two detectives. "So far, my people haven't found anything to connect Wyatt and Shairi. However, in canvassing the neighborhood, one person said they saw a man leaving Shairi's house around dawn. She didn't see his face, though. I should have the Coroner's preliminary report this afternoon."

Cena nodded then glanced at Malenko who nodded back in dismissal.

As the two detectives rode the elevator back down, Styles glanced at his partner. "Are we heading out to Reigns' place to find Moxley?"

Cena frowned for a few seconds then shook his head. "Let's confirm that Mizanin's widow left the country like she said she was going to do. And I want to see what our computer search on Io Shairi has come up with."

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Roman looked up at the knock on the open door of his office. "Aleister, come in." He leaned back in his chair as Aleister closed the office door. He waved the other man to a chair but Aleister shook his head.

"Everything is in place," Aleister quietly spoke. "However, I must insist on one change."

"What?" Roman slowly asked.

"I understand your desire that he suffer what Mox suffered," Aleister carefully explained. "An autopsy will show the exact damage. An investigation is bound to come up with a list of those who had a reason to want him dead. Anyone not currently incarcerated will go to the top of the suspect list. Even a cursory investigation will show any injuries inflicted upon the suspects by him." He saw Roman slowly nod in understanding. "An exact match to Mox's injuries will make him the primary suspect. And Mox's connection to you will bring unwanted attention on all of us."

Roman realized his hands were clenched into fists and forced them to slowly open. He took several deep breaths before speaking. "Challenging my decision?"

"Yes."

Roman grimaced, but nodded. "Agreed. As long as he suffers. Handle it as you think best."

"He will." Aleister paused, then continued. "Roman, this is the second decision I've had to challenge regarding Mox."

Roman sighed. "And I appreciate it." He met Aleister's cold eyes. "And I understand."

Aleister's eyes softened momentarily, then he silently left the office.

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Mox arrived at his building a little early before his meeting with the others. He silently walked through the building, memories of learning the trade flashing through his mind. He was surprised to remember where each piece of machinery and work stations had been placed. He made a mental note to take pictures when they were ready to open for business and send them to Ben.

He was pretty sure Roman had Ben's address.

He was startled when his cell phone dinged to let him know he had a message. He pulled it out of his back pocket and read, 'We're here.' He shoved the phone back into his pocket, cursing under his breath as he trotted through the building to the front door.

As he unlocked the door and opened it, Mox apologized, "Sorry. Time really got away from me." He locked the door behind them.

Ryder grinned. "No problem. Uh…this is the person I spoke to you about. Nikki Cross."

Nikki thrust her hand towards Mox, who automatically took it. Nikki shook his hand. "Glad to meet you. Here's my resume." She handed the paper to Mox with her other hand. Then she curiously looked around.

Mox raised his eyebrows at Ryder who shrugged with a grin. Kendrick was trying not to laugh.

"Nice lobby," Nikki commented. "Open. Lots of natural light. Needs paint and new carpeting though."

"Uh, yeah," Mox nodded. "On the to-do list."

"Paint first. Then carpeting." Nikki's head was turning first in one direction then another. "Small table. Couple of chairs to make people comfortable while waiting to see you."

"Uh, guys, why don't you check out the rest of the building while we talk?" Mox suggested.

"Sure thing," Kendrick agreed, blue eyes twinkling.

Mox scanned the resume. "You know how to run accounting software?"

"Sure. Accounts payable and receivable, invoicing, payroll, taxes," Nikki nodded. "Also ordered supplies and set up inventory control at my last job."

"Ryder mentioned you left your last job," Mox began.

Nikki nodded as she interrupted. "We should get this straight right off the bat. I'll run this office and run it efficiently. No short-cuts. But I'm not covering for you while you bang some bimbo and lie to your wife about where you are or what you're doing."

"Uh…I'm not married," Mox began.

"And this is purely a business relationship. Professional. I'm not secretly pining for you and sure don't think you're the best thing to ever happen to me."

"Never crossed my mind. Purely professional and businesslike," Mox promised, trying not to smile.

"Good. Then we'll get along famously," Nikki firmly nodded.

"That what your last boss did?" Mox asked.

"Bloody wanker," Nikki muttered under her breath. "Thinking he could cozen me into lying for him. All the while he's banging that bimbo in HR."

"You're hired."

Nikki blinked a couple of times. "I am?"

Mox nodded with a grin. "You are." He pointed to three boxes sitting in one corner. "Those are business records from the previous owner. They might help in setting things up."

Like a child at Christmas, Nikki ran to the corner and fell to her knees. She opened one of the boxes and immediately began pulling out files. "Vendor records! Invoices!" She sat cross-legged next to the box and began flipping through one of the files.

"Okay, I'll let you get to it then," Mox said. "I'll go catch up with the guys."

Nikki hummed in absent agreement her attention focused on the files.

Mox found Ryder and Kendrick in the work room. Ryder grinned when he saw Mox's expression.

"Tell me," Mox drawled. "When she left her last job, did she punch that SOB?"

Ryder laughed. "No, but from the way she was ranting about him a couple of hours later, she probably blistered his hide with what she was called him before she left."

"She's hired," Mox said. "I like her style."

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Cena and Styles walked to the entrance of the building that Moxley had purchased. A phone call to the courthouse had provided them with the address.

"Not sure, but I think this is where Moxley was working when he was arrested," Cena murmured.

"Huh," Styles grunted. He glanced through the glass window and spotted a young woman sitting on the floor with stacks of files around her. He held up his badge and knocked on the window.

Startled, Nikki looked up. Then she turned her head and screamed, "BOSS!"

The men were in what was going to be the breakroom when they heard Nikki's scream. Mox sprinted ahead of the other two and burst into the lobby to see Nikki staring at the front door.

"Are you okay?" Ryder asked his friend.

Mox turned to see Cena and Styles at the door. "Cops," he muttered. He took a deep breath and walked towards the door. "And, Nikki, don't call me 'boss'."

Kendrick smothered a grin when he saw Nikki shrug.

Mox unlocked the door and opened it. "What do you want?"

Styles curiously looked at the people behind Mox. The other two men had taken a couple of steps towards the door in silent support of Mox. The woman had gotten to her feet, crossed her arms across her chest, and was scowling at them.

"Mr. Moxley, sorry to disturb you," Cena politely answered. "But we thought you should know before the news breaks. The FBI has confirmed the DNA at the scene of Renee Young's murder isn't yours. A new suspect has been identified."

Mox stared at the two detectives for a few seconds, then silently nodded. "Thanks for letting me know." He paused, then continued, "Anything else?"

"That's all," Cena assured him.

"For now," Styles added.

Mox shut the door and locked it before watching the two detectives walk away.

"Bloody idiots," Nikki grumbled. Then she grinned as Mox turned around. "C'mon. Sit down. All of you. I've been going over these records and making lists of what we need to be doing." She sat cross-legged and patted the floor next to her. "C'mon, we don't have all day."

Mox chuckled under his breath and walked across the lobby to join her. "Okay, Nikki. What do you have?"

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Malenko looked up as Cole dropped a file on his desk. "Coroner's report on Io Shairi. No drugs in her system. No signs of violence or assault on her body. GSR test was positive. Official cause of death is suicide due to a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the right side of her head." He sat down in a chair across the desk from the Chief of Police.

Malenko rapidly read the report then closed the file with a sigh. "Guess we'll never know what she meant in that letter."

Cole slowly nodded. "Handwriting analysis confirms Shairi wrote the suicide letter." He rubbed his eyes. "Her memorial service is tomorrow. I'm not telling her family about this now. I'll wait a couple of days. Her cousins were positive she'd never commit suicide."

"Are you positive?"

Cole stared across the desk at Malenko. "No. My gut tells me this was murder. But I've got nothing to prove it."

Malenko nodded in silent agreement.