Just a quick note :

First I want to Thank you all for the reviews and support. I really appreciate it.

Second: I want to thank Deansdirtydeeds for pointing somethings out about why Jamie had these shares and contracts in the first place. This Chapter should clear that up.

Third: if you look at my profile page you will find a picture of El Torrito.

Again Thank You. Enjoy the next Chapter :

She read the last three lines in a whisper and when she finished, she wanted to cry, the pain of losing Jamie hitting her again. The four men in the room stayed respectfully quiet, letting her pull herself together. 'This is not the time for tears,' she told herself, 'there will be plenty of time to cry, later, when Jeremy Mains is behind bars forever. In the meantime, I have to be strong.' She sniffled once, drew herself up to her full height. "Well," she said, without a trace of her almost melt down, "I think our next step is to find Bill Torino."

Dean was the first one to speak. "What do you think this Torino guy has to do with this? I mean-"

"- I think we should call Detective Orton, maybe he can help us," Hunter interrupted, starting to pace around the room. "He could at least tell us where to look for him."

Standing up, Vince looked at Dean and Roman. "I think you two should go with her, just in case." He smiled at Machelle and added, "She's familiar with both of you, and trusts you."

Vince, they can't," Hunter protested. "They have a signing in New York tomorrow."

"Cancel it." Vince said sternly.

"We can't. It's to late now. Some of the stars are in Europe, others are in California. Cena and Bryan are in Virginia. There is no way to get any of them there without any sort of notice," Hunter said.

Vince cleared his throat. "Fine, they can go to New York, but we're going to cancel their other appearances until this matter is resolved. Don't worry, I'll arrange for the private jet to take them there myself."

He walked out of the office, leaving the door open so they all could hear him as he went up to his secretary and told her to make the preparations. "Call Cecil and have him get the plane fuelled and ready for tomorrow morning. Dean and Roman will be going to New York and returning back here tomorrow afternoon. Then, I need you to cancel their commercial flight and try to get a refund on the tickets."

While Vince went over some other things with his secretary, Hunter looked at Roman and Dean. "Is this all right with you two?" he asked.

Dean spoke up "Of course it is. It's two hours away."

Roman nodded." But where is Machelle going to go until then?" he asked, looking concerned.

"I'll be okay at Jamie's house," Machelle said. "I'm sure if I have any problems in the eight hours or so you are gone his neighbours will help. Besides I don't need a babysitter. Jamie's house has an alarm and El Torrito will be there."

Hunter smiled "Are you sure you will be okay, Machelle?"

Machelle smiled back. "Have you met El Torrito?"

Hunter's smile turned into a laugh. "Yes, yes, I have. Have you? He is the laziest, biggest baby I have ever met in my life. Did you guys see what my girls did to him a couple months back?" He paused to laugh even louder, and then continued, "Jamie came over to the house and the girls were all over him. They dressed that dog up in hats and feather boas and painted his toenails, hot pink! He just laid down and let them do what they wanted. As a matter of fact I think Stephanie has a picture on her phone."

They all started to laugh. "Next time I see Steph, I have to ask her to show me that," Dean remarked. "I can't wait to see it."

"Me either." Roman agreed, "That should be really funny, seeing a 180 pound mastiff with Hot Pink toenails."

The four of them laughed hysterically, only stopping when Vince came back into the office. "What's so funny?" he asked.

Hunter Looked at his Father in law "El Torrito," he said with a smile.

"Ah!" Vince said, nodding. "The hot pink toenails and boa picture."

When the laughter died, Machelle looked at the man Jamie had admired so much. "Vince?" she asked, her voice soft and a little hesitant, "May I ask you a question?"

"Yes, of course," Vince said.

"I was just wondering just how Jamie came across these shares?" she asked as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I was wondering when someone would bring it up," he said, looking at her.

He walked over to the door, and closed it, then returned and sat down. "Well it wasn't meant to be a secret. I forgot people didn't know the whole story." He started to nod his head. "Except for the family, I mean."

Roman, Dean and Hunter all took a seat as Vince started to explain. "Jamie's grandfather, Andrew was the one who started this company with my father. When the company started getting off the ground, he wanted to go behind the scenes. Book venues and make calls to some of his many contacts, little things like that. He had just gotten married and wanted to stay out of the limelight. My father readily agreed. He wasn't fond of that part of the business, he liked the travelling." He remarked. "But, still keep the shares -".

"When Andrew died, years later, the shares went to Jamie's father, Steve. He was very smart, even at 21 yrs old. My father always said he had a very good business mind." He paused smiling for a moment. "Steve is part of the reason this company was so successful in the beginning. When my father retired, that's when I got a chance to work with Steve. We became the best of friends through the years. After all, our fathers worked together, it seemed natural that we would become as close as they had been."

Vince stood up and walked over to the table. He poured himself a glass of water and returned to his seat with it. He took a sip of the water, clearly collecting his thoughts before continuing. "We spent many evenings and weekends together, socially. Hell, we all played catch with the kids, Shane, Jamie, Stephanie too. My kids knew Jamie's house as well as they knew their own and vice versa." He paused for a moment, lost in the memories of that happier time.

"We did the same routine. Steve had all the great contacts from his father. In the early years I considered him the face of the company so to speak. Not in the sense of being out front of the camera but, meeting contacts, looking for talent and getting them to sign with us. "He took another sip of the drink to help his suddenly dry throat.

"When Steven died in a car accident, that's when Jamie came to help. Yes, Jamie had the shares but, we all thought of Jamie as family as well. Shane and Steph were working for the company at the time. This is a family business." He added. "Even then, Jamie knew he wanted to have a part in this business. But, like his father and father before him, he preferred to work one-on-one with the talent behind the scenes."

Vince shook his head as if pulling himself out of the memories. "That's the story. Does that answer your question, Machelle?" He looked at her, waiting to see if she had any other questions.

Machelle looked at Vince as she processed what he had just told her. "Yes," she finally said, "yes, it does."

"Well, if that is all you need to know, then I will see you on Friday." He got up out of his chair. He went to walk out the door when. Machelle said. "Wait." She called out.

Vince turned on his heel and looked at Machelle. "You need something else?" He asked.

"Wait here just a minute, I'll be right back," Machelle exclaimed and leaped from her seat. She returned less than two minutes later holding the contracts she had retrieved from the conference room she had left them in. "I just wanted to know if you knew anything about the contracts?. " She asked as she held them up.

"Those?" Vince asked, even though the answer was obvious. "They belong to McKeana Inc. Jamie was a sports agent. They belong to the company because all the people were given an open contract if I remember correctly." He said thoughtfully. "I will check them over with Hunter and have an answer for you on Friday hopefully. Now if that is all I am late for a meeting with my lawyer." He rose to his feet preparing to leave, but paused. "Unless you had something else you needed, Machelle?"

"No, I think that's all for now Vince," she said, "Thank you for your time."

Vince put his hand on her shoulder. "If you need anything, I mean anything just call me. Hunter will give you my cell number." When Machelle nodded, he left the room without another word, and walked out of the office.