Finally updating this story. Yessh. Oh, and if you're a known Cena fan. You'll recognize the name mentioned in this chapter.
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Randy sat there and listened in silence as his brother-in-law made it known to him about what exactly had happened in his sister's past. She was being hunted by someone who had nothing but revenge on their mind. He was beyond pissed. Not pissed at Sophia, but for the fact that she hadn't trusted him enough to tell him about it. "I hate this. I fucking hate this."
Dave watched as Randy went from sitting to pacing the floor. "I didn't even want to leave her this morning. She just looks so fragile. Like she's going to break at any moment." Dave flicked his eyes to the picture sitting on his desk of he and Sophia on their wedding day. "If it's the last thing I do."
Randy looked over at that one statement. "When and where do we start?"
"The only thing we have to go by is his first name. Sophia never mentioned his last." Dave spoke as he turned his chair to sit in front of the computer. Randy grabbed the seat next to him.
"We can go through the deceased records. Did my sister mention the date?" Randy leaned forward as Dave shook his head. "Damn it. I knew she shouldn't have left. But, with the way my parents are I couldn't blame her either." Randy sighed as he ran his hands over his face.
Dave held up a hand as he grabbed a pen and paper. "Timeline. We can do a timeline and find out more or less the year." Randy tilted his head and looked at Dave with tired eyes. "What year did you graduate? Ninety eight?" Dave questioned as he drew a line across the paper.
Randy snickered a bit but nodded his head. "Yeah. She'd just left a couple of days before."
Dave started jotting down quick notes. Asking for Randy's assistance when it was needed. When he'd gotten up, Randy took the seat in front of the computer. At one point having to stop because of their fellow sergeant stopping in to inform them of an upcoming meeting later on that day.
"This is too close for comfort." Dave started which had Randy turning in his chair. "We've been married for four years now. Got married in late two thousand one." He shook his head as his gut started to knot. "Met her in two thousand. Damn it Randy. She said she'd been with Robert for a sequence of years." Randy opened his mouth as he caught on to what he was talking about.
"It must've just happened before you two met." Randy turned back to the computer. "So from the timeline we've got. They were approximately together from ninety eight to two thousand?" He stated in a form of a question to make sure. Dave nodded his head as he took the vacant chair.
Dave rolled his neck around his shoulders as the only sound that could be heard was Randy's fingers hitting the keyboard. He'd met his wife within the same year. Not even him being one of the top detectives could've spotted or noticed that. He could be annoyed or even pissed off at her. But he wasn't. He just wanted to find the bastard and be done with it. Possibly by his own hand.
"I got something." Randy announced loudly. It had Dave straightening up in his seat. "Marcus Robert Predka. Birth date listed as April twenty-first, ninety seventy-seven. Arrested countless times for drug possession, being under the influence, even an assault with a deadly weapon." Dave started to say something, but Randy cut him off. "And look here, spousal abuse."
Dave's mouth stayed opened as he leaned forward to read all of it for himself. "Date deceased. May of two thousand." Dave pounded his fist on the desk. "Shit, Randy. Sophia and I met only two months later." Randy cringed at the expression on his face. "Where did it say he was born?"
Randy hit print before he turned back towards his partner. "Born and raised right here in Miami."
Dave stood and pushed the chair away. "And his last known address?" He continued with the questions as he slipped his coat on.
Randy grabbed the printed documents before he too threw his coat on. "There's a few listed on here. I say we check them all out."
Dave just nodded before he lead the way out of his office. "That's what we'll do then."
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