MiraBeth sat down, notebook in hand. "Who is going to start?"

Stephanie twisted her fingers together. "You have to understand, my father has a history of grandstanding and publicity stunts. I love him dearly and if he is in danger…" she paused and drew a shaky breath. "But, if this is a publicity stunt and I file a missing person's report that would be a false report. I want to avoid that. I am cautious because of his past." Hunter stood behind his wife.

"When did you know something was wrong?"

"We've gotten threats, but that is nothing new. Dad was supposed to come tonight. He has some new, grand idea that he was going to promote. Then the limo pulled in and he wasn't in it. The car was empty, his luggage was still inside." Stephanie was able to relay her version in a clear and concise manner, which MiraBeth recorded in her notes.

"Aside from the fact that your father was not in the limousine, was there anything else out of place or out of the ordinary about the car?" the officer questioned.

Stephanie and Triple H pondered the question for a few moments. "No. Not really." Stephanie said softly. MiraBeth raised an eyebrow. "Well…I did think it was odd…But..." she propped her head on one hand. Hunter rubbed her shoulders reassuringly. "I hesitate to mention because it might be nothing…There was a glass on the floor."

"A glass? What type of glass?"

"A small tumbler. As if Dad has a swill of scotch or whisky on his way here."

"Are you sure, Steph? Vince doesn't drink before a show. Ever." Hunter questioned. "That is a major rule."

"All of this is important information. If he was doing something unusual, out of character, I need to know. I also need to know if anyone has been in or around the car since it arrived."

"We have video surveillance in that area because of the occasional fan that gets through. Security will give you the feed." The officer noted Stephanie's trembling hands. "How public does this have to be? I fear for my father's safety but I also don't want to give in if he has staged a stunt. I feel so caught."

MiraBeth placed her hand over Stephanie's. "Look at it this way regardless of how this started, we need to find your father to check on his health and wellbeing. If he left on his own and we find him within the first 48 hours, you won't have had the time to file a missing person's report, so no false report. He has the right to leave on his own accord. If, however, your father has been taken against his will, the sooner we begin our full investigation the better off he will be."

"Thank you for your candor." Hunter said, extending his hand to shake hers. "I will have someone take you to security." He went to the door and checked the hallway, flagging a passing person to take the officer to her destination.

As the two were walking down the hall, Seth began to talk. "So, what did you find out? Vince was here, wasn't he? Who was he coming to see? Is it true that he was firing Stephanie and Hunter? Well, not firing them, but moving them from being in charge of the t.v. shows back to their office jobs? I mean because that is huge news." He turned around and began walking backwards. "I also heard that he was having marital problems. Is that why is wife wasn't with him? She used to travel with him all the time. I don't remember the last time she came to a show, come to think of it. I bet that's where the issue is. Trouble on the home-front."

MiraBeth held up one finger. "I do have a question for you." Seth stopped in the middle of the hall, excitement evident on his face. "Do you ever stop talking?" It was almost comical how quickly Seth's face fell.

"Nope. Didn't take you long to peg him, Doll Face." A gravelly voice answered from the other side of a stack of crates. MiraBeth watched as Dean Ambrose stuck his head up from the side of the crates. He slapped his hand on Roman Reign's shoulder. "If there is a crime around here, she'll solve it. Or…she'll deflate Seth's latest wolf-cry."

The smile that crossed Dean's face would make most women's heart's flutter. MiraBeth's eyes were attracted to someone else before she mentally slapped herself and walked past the men. "I think I can find my way without the Three Stooges routine."

"So there IS something going on!" Seth crowed, causing Roman to shove him to the floor before he chased MiraBeth down the hall.

"Hey," he said almost softly. "Where are you headed? Maybe I can help. I promise not to run my mouth or add into the rumor mill." With a harrumph MiraBeth followed Roman to the security office, not seeing the increasingly large smile on Dean's face.