Chapter 5 of The Terrible Discovery
Notes for this chapter: mentions of death and as always….characterization may not be accurate-yet again, you already knew that. Please read and review. I own Officer Turow, Michael Hitchcock, and Don Smith. Anyone else mentioned is owned by Vince McMahon, unless otherwise stated.
Shawn and Hunter sat beside each other inside the interrogation room as Officer Turow sat across from them, almost daring them to say something incriminating. Truth was, though, he was going to get nothing from either one of them-due to the fact they had done nothing wrong.
"I just don't get it," Hunter stated, "you come across a crime scene, and automatically think that one of us is the killer? What kind of cops are you?"
"We're just trying to do our job, Hunter, and what I'm wondering is-what were the both of you doing at a crime scene?" Turow felt determined to get to the bottom of this no matter what it was going to take, and the apparent fact that Hunter and Shawn were hiding something from him wasn't helping matters any. Silence took over the room for what felt like forever and a day before Hunter leaned over the table on his side and began to talk.
"Ok, Turow-if that is your name, what if I was to tell you the killer has singled US out-that he contacted me and told me to come find his hiding place or Candice would never be heard from again? What would you think of me then, huh?" Turow thought for a moment before responding.
"Well, I'd think you two should have called the POLICE. So, why didn't you?" It was then Shawn cut in.
"Sir," the Texan interrupted, "I tried that already-and I couldn't get through! I got a busy signal, so we did the one thing we felt was necessary-try to find the bastard who did this to Candice-and give one last attempt to save her before it was too late-if you had been doing your job…"
"I was!" Turow snapped back, putting his one hand into a fist. "And I don't appreciate you telling me how I should do my job! Look, Hunter you said he tried to contact you, right? He 'chose' you two, how did he go about doing that?" Hunter rolled his eyes again-how more obvious could he have been?
"Turow, I already told you, let me tell you again so you can get it through your thick ass scull-he contacted me, as in called my cell phone! I picked up, and heard a really deep voice on the other end. I listened in, and found the woman screaming in the background was Candice. I freaked, telling Shawn to call the damn cops…." He gave Shawn a quick glance before continuing. "And when he did, he got a busy signal, so I told him to drop the phone, because the killer was getting ready to finish Candice off. He told me that he wanted to play a little game and that if I didn't do as he told me to, Candice would never be heard from again. So what do you expect me to do? I pack my bags and go after the bastard!" As Turow watched Hunter and Shawn, he couldn't help but get the slight feeling something else was going on between these two men. Not that he was homo phobic or whatever they called it, but by the way Shawn had placed his hand tenderly on top of Hunter's, he almost felt sick to his stomach watching them. He had heard of what DX was like back in the day, and supposedly so had everyone else because Turow had been told by some of his colleagues to not freak out when Shawn and Hunter would do certain things: holding hands being one of them. Feeling curious and slightly scared at the same time, Turow felt he had to ask the unbelievable question.
"Ok…..good enough. Hunter, Shawn, mind if I ask you a question concerning the other night?" Both men nodded their heads in unison. "What were you doing the other night heading to the same hotel room?" He had to ask; but something told him by the reaction on Shawn's face as well as Hunter's, he was prying too close for comfort.
"What do you mean?" Hunter questioned, almost caught off-guard. "The other night I was, uh…..just showing Shawn something I had received from…..Vince. Why? What does this have to do with anything?" With that said, Turow let out a broad smile, a knowing smile that caused Shawn's face to drain of its color in an instant. "What's the matter, Shawn? Don't feel so well?" Shawn glared at him for the longest time before giving any sort of answer.
"Mr. Turow, I'm saying this right now-what we were doing the other night is none of your concern. What is your concern, however, is finding this sick son of a gun who's doing this and putting him away." There Turow sat still smiling, though.
"Well, I'm afraid it is of my concern, because you see, twice, you two have been discovered at a murder scene-with no prior explanation for being there whatsoever. So, 'I'm stating this' just for the record gentlemen, that if you had anything to do with these murders, you better speak up now, or forever hold your piece……" Both men gave him a unified look of shock and disbelief, and before all three of them knew it, two lawyers entered the room. Turow turned to face both lawyers standing behind him. "Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, Officer Turow, I'm Mr. Michael Hitchcock and this is my partner, Mr. Don Smith, and we'd like to have a word with both of our clients alone, please?" He pointed toward Hunter and Shawn, and pulled his briefcase in front of him with both hands in an orderly fashion. As Officer Turow looked over both lawyers, he could tell they were high profile, due to the expensive looking suits both were wearing, along with their sharp appearance. Turow stood up from his seat and shook both lawyers' hands before making a hasty exit, in order to grant the lawyers their wish. Although Turow could not listen in on the conversation from behind the two-way mirror, he still had insisted upon standing in front of the glass just to keep an eye on both of his prime suspects-Shawn Michaels especially…..
Mr. Hitchcock pulled out some papers from his briefcase and set them down upon the table. The other lawyer stood behind him, almost as if he was keeping guard over both of the wrestlers. Hunter looked at both men suspiciously.
"Wait a minute, we didn't hire any damn lawyers….who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing here?" To this, Michael responded.
"Mr. Hunter Hearst Hemsley, Mr. McMahon phoned us after he had heard of you two being held here in the county District Attorney's office, and knowing that Vince means only the best for his talent, we decided to do some searching on these murders that have been occurring here in Chicago. You two will be heading off to New York here soon, right? There is a show happening at MSG?" Both wrestlers nodded. "Very well then. When we did some searching, we found that whoever is responsible for these murders is, what we think, stalking the victims one by one. Now, all I'm saying is….if you two had anything to do with this…."
Hunter raised his arms in frustration. "For the fucking last time, we didn't do IT! We had nothing to do with any of this bullshit! I swear-…"
"Hunter, please….." Shawn cautiously pleaded. Hunter put his head in his hands and listened intently.
"Hunter, we know you nor Shawn had anything to do with this…..we have the proof-that is why we needed the officer out of here while we spoke to you….." Hunter raised his head…..and looked at the lawyers in wonder. They have proof? That can't be!
"What do you two mean, you have proof? Here we have been, sitting in holding cells all night, and yet here you are, saying you have proof of our innocence. Why the fuck didn't you come here earlier?"
"Because we came from New York to represent the both of you-you see…..this department wouldn't even let us through the main doors. What we have, though, will prove your innocence beyond a doubt……" Michael turned to look at the two-way mirror and lowered his voice, as if being fearful of being heard by whoever was listening. "Hunter, Shawn-we came here to actually warn the both of you-we have reason to believe you two are being staked out as victims……"
"Victims?" Shawn asked suddenly. "Hunter, what are they talking…." Michael stopped him from saying anything else.
"Shawn, you two are in this police log already…..hell, you have been for the past several years, according to our records of course…."
"What are you talking about?" Asked Hunter, impatiently.
Michael Hitchcock looked at the both of them, then to his partner before letting out the bombshell even he couldn't believe possibly existed. "Hunter, Shawn, I'm afraid to tell you this-but we believe you two are being framed….."
To Be Continued…..
A/N: What do you think so far? Think I'm doing a decent job? Let me know. Also, if you have any ideas as to whom the killer could be….send along your guesses, thanks.