Seth was sitting at the front counter of the bookstore researching rare books people had requested. He was ready to contact Antonio Cesaro and admit defeat. The book he wanted just wasn't available. He didn't look up when the front door opened as Bayley was handling customers while he did the research.

"Umm…Seth, there are police officers here to see you," Bayley nearly whispered as she leaned across the counter.

Seth looked up into her dark eyes and read the concern in them. Then he looked towards the door and recognized the two detectives. "Thanks, Bayley." He closed his laptop and walked around the counter. "Detective Cena. Detective Styles."

"Mr. Rollins." Cena nodded in acknowledgement. "We've received a tip regarding the deli next door. We need to speak with you about it. Can you accompany us over there?"

"Sure." Seth patted his jeans pocket then pulled out a keyring. Looking at Bayley over his shoulder, he flashed her a reassuring smile. "I'll be in the deli." When Bayley silently nodded, he led the detectives out of the bookstore and to the deli.

As Seth was unlocking the door, Styles noticed the sign in the window. ROLLINS DELI. DELIVERIES UPON REQUEST. OPENING SOON! 'Maybe not,' Styles frowned.

Inside the deli, Seth turned to the detectives. "What's going on?"

"We received an anonymous tip that a body is buried in the basement of this building," Cena explained. "Is there a basement?"

"A..what? Body?" Seth looked from one detective to another, then shook his head as if to clear it. "Yeah, there's a basement."

"Do we have your permission to go down and investigate?" Cena formally asked.

"Uh…sure. This way." Seth turned and led the way towards the back of the deli.

Behind him, Cena and Styles glanced at each other.

At the rear of the kitchen, Seth opened a door and flipped a light switch. "Be careful. These steps are narrow." As he led them down, he continued, "There's nothing down here because those steps are a pain in the ass, if you get my meaning. We can't store anything down here because it's too risky to carry stuff up and down these stairs. Somebody would fall and get hurt. So, the only thing down here is plumbing and the HVAC stuff."

Styles, holding onto the stair railing agreed with Seth. They were a pain in the ass. He glared at his partner's back. Cena was having no problems with the steps.

At the bottom of the steps, Seth took a few steps then turned. "This is it." He watched as both detectives walked around the room, eyes on the floor.

"Got something," Styles quietly spoke as he knelt on the concrete floor. As Cena and Seth joined him, he pointed. "This has been patched." When both men knelt, Styles leaned forward and traced a line in the concrete.

"Good eyes," Cena complimented with a slight smile.

"I had to patch the floor of my garage," Styles smirked. "But I did it right, and you can't tell it's been patched. This may have been done in a hurry." He glanced up at the light in the ceiling. "With better lighting, I bet we could see the actual dimensions."

"Do you know when this was done?" Cena asked, looking at Seth.

"No. It's possible it was done when my Uncle was having renovations completed," Seth admitted. "I'd have to look at the construction log. Or by the previous owner."

"When did your Uncle purchase this building?" Cena asked, standing up.

"A little over seven months ago," Seth answered as he also stood. "I can get you the exact date if you need it."

"We can get it from the Courthouse," Styles said, looking up at Cena. "We'd have to verify it anyway."

Cena nodded in agreement. "We'd like your permission to bring in a ground penetrating radar unit to see if there's anything buried under the floor." When Seth looked at him in surprise, he continued, "We have to investigate all tips, Mr. Rollins."

"Yeah, like that one about a confrontation in your bookstore," Styles casually said as he stood and brushed off his jeans.

"It's within your rights to refuse permission," Cena added. "If you do, we'll seek to obtain a search warrant."

When researching the two murder mystery books he'd written, Seth had become fairly knowledgeable about searches and warrants. It was possible they'd get a warrant based on the anonymous tip. But it was also possible it would be denied because a previous anonymous tip had not been found valid. All this had run through Seth's mind as the two detectives were speaking. He didn't want any further investigation into the confrontation in the bookstore so he nonchalantly shrugged. "If you can get one of those things down those steps, be my guest."

Upstairs, Styles got on his phone and walked towards the front of the deli as Seth closed the door to the basement.

"When are you planning to open?" Cena asked.

"Roughly two weeks," Seth answer. "We still have a couple of inspections to pass."

"If we find anything, you'll have to reschedule all that," Cena pointed out.

Seth smiled but didn't answer.

Styles was replacing his phone in his pocket as they reached the front door. "CSI will have a unit here in an hour."

Seth blinked. "That's…awfully quick."

"The tip was specific as to who might be buried in your basement," Cena replied. "I'm sure his family would appreciate the quick response."

Seth nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure they would." He pointedly looked at the front door then opened it.

Styles smirked as he walked outside, followed by Cena.

"I'll be working in the bookstore. Please call me when you're ready to proceed," Seth said as he locked the front door of the deli.

"No problem," Styles agreeably nodded.

As Seth slowly walked back to the bookstore, he saw the two detectives get into a car parked across the street. After a few seconds, he realized they were going to sit there until their CSI unit arrived. He sighed as he walked back into the bookstore.

"Seth, what's wrong?" Bayley quickly asked, seeing his expression.

"Call Finn and see if he can fill in today," Seth advised. "I'm going to be tied up at the deli." He took a deep breath. "The cops got some anonymous tip that a body was buried in the basement." When Bayley gasped, he continued, "They're waiting on some ground penetrating radar equipment to see if the tip is true."

After a moment, Bayley touched Seth's arm. "You need to call a lawyer."

Seth nodded. "I'll be in the office."

"Want me to call Kofi and Big E?"

Seth shook his head. "Let's wait and see what happens." He walked down the hall to the office and closed the door behind him. He sat at the desk then took out his phone and pulled up his contact list. Selecting a contact, he put the phone on speaker.

"Sandow Law Office. How may I assist you?"

Seth cleared his throat. "This is Seth Rollins. I need to speak with Mr. Sandow. It's…rather urgent."

"One moment, Mr. Rollins."

A few seconds later, Damien answer, "Seth, what seems to be the problem?"

"The cops just showed up and said they had a tip a body was buried in the basement of the deli," Seth explained. "It looked like there had been a patch job in the basement. I said it could've been done during renovations or by the previous owner. They're getting some ground penetrating radar equipment to see if anything…I mean anybody is actually buried there."

Damien rubbed his forehead. "You gave them permission to do this? Without a warrant?"

Seth hesitated. "I thought it would look like I was hiding something if I made them get a warrant."

"Possibly. I'm not a criminal attorney, and I think that's what you need in order to protect you and your property," Damien decided. "Let me make a phone call. There's a criminal attorney in this building with several attorneys working under him. I'll see if he or one of those attorneys are available. When are the police returning?"

"They said an hour." Seth took a deep breath. "Who's the attorney?"

"William Regal."

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As cemeteries went, the Meadows Memorial Garden was very nice. Grass neatly mowed. Removed from the highway so it was peaceful and quiet for those visiting their departed loved ones.

A small bouquet of forget-me-nots in one hand, Regal slowly walked towards a grave set apart from the others. There eventually would be graves surrounding the one he was walking towards but for now it rested in a rather lonely spot. Not unlike the lonely person buried beneath the tombstone.

Regal halted at the foot of the grave, somberly studying the tombstone. "I don't know what happens when we die," he softly spoke. "But I hope you found some measure of peace. If not, perhaps this will help. Lesnar's dead. Someone got to him, laddie. And they weren't gentle with him."

A bit of a chilly breeze ruffled Regal's hair. "No, I don't suppose you're in favor of that," he admitted with a chuckle. "But you're a better person than I, James Ellsworth."

He walked forward and placed the bouquet on the lip of the tombstone. "I admit I would've preferred bringing the bugger to trial, but I'm enough of a realist to accept what's happened. I'm just sorry I wasn't your attorney during your trial and only got involved after you were sent to prison. You were framed for that robbery. We both know that. And I'm not stopping until your name is cleared. I'll be back when that's done."

As the sun moved from behind some clouds, a shaft of sunlight struck Regal in the face. "You're welcome, dear boy," he chuckled. As his phone rang, he pulled it from his coat pocket. "I'll be back. Never fear."

Turning away, he answered the phone. "Damien! How nice to hear from you."

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Cole took a seat oppose Asuka and Nakamura who'd been escorted into the conference room by Strong. "Thank you for coming," he said.

Nakamura silently nodded in acknowledgement.

Cole took a deep breath. "I'm going to give you the results of our investigation," he began. The bullet that killed your cousin came from her own gun. Her fingerprints were on the gun as well as on the bullets that were loaded in the gun. And gunshot residue was found on your cousin's hand," Cole began. "A search of her home revealed no alcohol with the exception of a nearly full bottle of sake. And the only medications were over-the-counter headache tablets. Not even nighttime sleep aids. The Coroner found no evidence of any type of drugs or alcohol in her system. In addition, a note was found which gave the indication of suicide. It read 'He is everywhere. I do this for him.' My thought, however, was that it was a letter of explanation of her actions." He glanced at Strong for a second. "She poisoned two prisoners who were in custody in the city jail."

"No!" Nakamura slammed his hand down on the table.

Asuka spoke to him in Japanese, and he subsided.

"I'm afraid there's no doubt of it," Cole apologized. "During the course of the investigation, we discovered the identity of the man your cousin had been seeing. His name is Bray Wyatt. And he's well known to law enforcement. Both locally and in other places."

Asuka bit her lower lip and looked downward.

"The news hasn't been made public yet because I wanted to speak with you first," Cole quietly continued. "Bray Wyatt was murdered. Violently."

Nakamura hissed.

"Before he died, he admitted to being present when your cousin died," Cole sighed. "He refused to say he killed her or that he helped her commit suicide. He did say that she was depressed because she found out she couldn't have children." He saw a look of surprise cross Asuka's face. "The PD has a contract with a local medical facility for all medical needs. I obtained a warrant and checked to see if I could confirm that statement. I was able to access only information about that issue; nothing else. Your cousin's privacy in that regard was protected. The doctor in question confirmed your cousin was unable to have children."

Asuka softly groaned. "Children…she wanted them…"

"What we have determined…and what we can theorize is that your cousin somehow in some way met Bray Wyatt," Cole concluded. "He was a very charismatic man. I'm sure you'll hear more about him once the news breaks about his murder. I can't tell you why your cousin poisoned those two men as that's going to be a part of the Wyatt investigation. But I can tell you that it was done at the instigation of Bray Wyatt. And, according to him, she was very remorseful about it."

"So, she will be known as a suicide?" Nakamura growled.

Cole saw the slight smile on Strong's face and ignored it. "That was the Coroner's original conclusion. However, I spoke with him and presented him with the evidence that I've revealed here. And more but that has to remain confidential. After our discussion, the Coroner changed his ruling to Undetermined Pending Iinvestigation. Once the Wyatt investigation is concluded, I feel that will be changed to homicide."

'I would've loved to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation,' Strong thought. He knew Cole had gone to the Coroner bound and determined to erase that ruling of suicide.

Asuka released a deep breath. "Thank you," she quietly spoke.

Nakamura slowly nodded. "We are…grateful for your efforts." He glanced at Asuka then stood.

Asuka and the others stood as well. "Will Io's name be brought into the investigation of this man?"

Cole hesitated. "It's possible. But I'm afraid her name will be made public as far as the murders of the two people she poisoned," he admitted. "Do you have any further questions?"

Nakamura shook his head. "I wish to hear no more."

Asuka nodded in agreement.

"I'll have someone escort you out," Strong opened the door to the conference room for them. A few moments later, he returned to find Cole still sitting at the conference table. "Softie," he accused with a smile.

Cole scowled at him. "Shairi might have been depressed at not being able to have children and about other things. But without Wyatt, I doubt she would've committed suicide."

Strong held up his hands in silent defense. "I'm not arguing that point. I just said 'softie'."

"Shut up, Roderick."

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As Asuka drove them away from the police station, Nakamura made a phone call and spoke in Japanese. 'The police are investigating Wyatt's death but are not considering us as suspects.'

'They could be hiding that from you.'

'The District Attorney took it upon himself to convince the Coroner to change manner of death of Io. He treated us with respect.'

'As he should. We will continue to monitor the investigation. And continue with our other plans.'

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Seth had gotten the phone call from the attorney referred to him by Damien and explained the situation. He was relieved when Regal arrived just before he got the phone call from Cena that they were ready to proceed.

Styles nudged his partner when he saw Regal approaching with Seth. "What did I tell you? Another murder. Another link to Moxley."

"We don't know there's a body in the basement," Cena quietly reminded Style who merely shrugged.

"Detectives Styles and Cena. We meet again." Although his voice was pleasant, Regal looked anything but pleased to see them.

"Mr. Regal. Small world, isn't it?" Styles grunted as Seth unlocked the front door.

"Apparently not small enough," Regal replied.

Seth watched with the technicians grunted and maneuvered their equipment down the narrow steps. He wondered if he was a bad person for wanting the equipment to fall down the entire length of steps and onto the concrete floor.

As the technicians began their work, Cena and Styles stood on the bottom two steps to watch. Seth and Regal stood a few steps above them. Both watched intently. Seth out of curiosity, and Regal from a professional interest.

About halfway across the floor, one of the technicians looked up. "Detective, we've got something."

Both Cena and Styles quickly walked to join the technicians. Regal slipped past Seth to join them. After a second's hesitation, Seth followed. They crowded around the monitor to stare where the technician was pointing.

Seth's dark eyes widened in shock. It certainly looked like a body curled in a fetal position.

Cena turned to Regal. "Mr. Regal, you and your client need to leave. I'm officially declaring this a crime scene." Then he looked at Seth. "Mr. Rollins, it looks like your Grand Opening just might be delayed."

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Roman glanced at Mox who hadn't been paying a lot of attention to the press conference they'd been watching.

"So, let me get this straight," Jimmy Uso said. "Bray Wyatt killed Renee Young because she was asking too many questions. He pointed the finger for the murder at Mox, and Swagger framed him with help from Colter. Swagger had been feeding information to Young for her newspaper column and getting information from Wyatt as an informer." He pointed a finger at Roman. "Then you get the evidence that proves Mox was framed. Swagger and Colter get arrested. Wyatt gets spooked that one or both would make a deal that would bring the cops down on him so he uses Shairi to poison them. And the cops think he's involved in some way with Shairi's death. And somebody murdered Wyatt."

"Succinctly put, yes," Jericho smirked.

"Just like we figured," Jey pointed out.

"Damn! We're good!" Jimmy high-fived his twin as they both laughed.

Naomi smacked both of them on the back of their heads.

Roman glanced again at Mox who seemed intent on studying the toes of his boots.

"Are the cops looking at Mox for Lesnar's murder?" Jericho asked.

"Apparently not," Roman answered after a moment.

"I checked with my guys who were watching Mox that day," Ricochet spoke up. "They'll provide alibis if needed."

"I don't think they'll be needed," Mox finally spoke. "I was meeting a couple of times with the people I'm working with at my business. The people at Home Depot and Lowes can alibi me for when I was at those places. Plus, there are phone records of when I was talking with some of the vendors. But the guy from the Bureau of Prisons stopped their questioning. He was more interested in what I could tell him about what was going on in that hellhole." He turned around and walked out of Roman's office, only perhaps half-recognizing the anger and bitterness in his voice.

Both Naomi and Zelina eyed his retreating figure with concern then looked at each other.

"It's difficult to leave your past behind when it keeps getting dragged up over and over," Aleister quietly spoke.

As the others left the room, Roman sat quietly in his chair. He reached for the remote and turned the television set off. As he got to his feet, he wondered just when and where Mox would eventually explode.