MiraBeth arrived at the station two hours before her scheduled shift began. "Hey, Captain. If you don't mind, I'm going to continue that special assignment from last night."
"Was there something to it?" he asked.
"Possibly. There isn't anything concrete yet. If I find anything more than speculation, I will turn it over to the detective unit. I just don't want to leave the WWE without a uniformed officer if something does happen and have us explaining why we didn't take the threat seriously." MiraBeth explained.
"Good point. I'm not wasting the additional manpower two nights in a row, though. If something does happen, call for back-up." the Captain ordered.
Parking her cruiser in the same location as the previous evening, MiraBeth entered the arena and walked the same halls that she had the night before. Keeping to the same pattern, she also took photos of the area as she walked. Once she reached the deserted area known as catering, she sat down in an empty corner and opened her notebook. So far the only concrete information she had was someone had been in the backstage area of the arena who was a former employee. His mannerisms were suspicious and the video was grainy. Seriously. This day in age, this shouldn't be an issue. Grainy footage? That is so 1980's. MiraBeth looked at the picture and her list of suspects. There were several that she hadn't shared with anyone else, keeping them close to the vest. The question she really needed to answer was who had the most to gain from Vince McMahon disappearing? Or was it who had the most to lose if Vince McMahon arrived? Either way, MiraBeth needed the answer to that question. The other major thing that was bothering her was that this suspect was a former employee, so they needed some sort of help from the inside. This person may have been a willing accomplice or an unknowing accomplice. How easy would it be for the culprit to say they wanted to visit an old friend and actually be up to no good? Everyone has been taken advantage of at some point in the past. MiraBeth wondered what had happened in this case and how she could go about proving it.
"You look deep in thought." A deep voice interrupted her pondering. MiraBeth looked up into the grey-green eyes of Roman Reigns. "Anything you are ready to talk through?"
"Not yet. Is there a room that I can use to spread out and not get interrupted?" she asked.
"Do you trust me?" She had a quizzical look before she nodded. "If you trust me, then I will let you spread out in the locker room assigned to me. I will need to change and shower after my match but other than that I can stay out of your way and let you have it to yourself."
MiraBeth looked at Roman hard. "You won't say a word?" Roman raised an eyebrow, looking perturbed that she would even ask the question. "I am going out on a limb letting a civilian close to this, so forgive me." she explained. "And the rumors that are running rampant around here are insane. I don't want to feed into them and taint the investigation in anyway."
Roman nodded. "I get it, completely." He led the way to the locker room. "Can I get your number? That way I can let you know I am on my way before I have to change for my match." Once her number was stored in his phone, he said "If you like, I'll wander around and keep my ears open. I'm not going to ask questions but I can listen. Would that help?"
MiraBeth patted Roman's hand. "I appreciate your offer. I cannot ask or accept that kind of help, though. I want you to consider this…what someone you work with, someone you currently respect…is somehow involved? They may not mean to be. If they are...and you helped me find out…you helped with their arrest…That would be very hard for you to deal with. Let me do my job. Know that you are being wonderful in giving me peace and quiet. Know that I don't want you to have any regrets."
Roman said "You know something or at least have a pretty good suspicion." He walked to the door looked over his shoulder saying, "Good luck. Lock the door behind me. And know that I appreciate what you just tried to do."