MiraBeth pushed play on Roman's phone. She heard two male voices.
The first said, "Listen man, I gotta talk to you. Things have gotten
out of hand, a lot further than…"
The second voice replied, "Shut up! Whatever you are about to say I don't want
to hear and I don't want to know. There are cops here."
The recording stopped but MiraBeth already knew who she was going to question. The WWE might be sports entertainment and a foundation for acting, but he hadn't been that good. "Roman, Roman! I need to go find someone. Please know that I will come back and talk to you later." Hearing a grunted response, she walked across the room. Thinking twice about what she was about to do, she called Sam. "Hey, I'm going to need some back-up, pronto. Don't stop for any donuts or chocolate, okay? I'm about to piss-off a very important person."
Her next call was to the Captain. "Yes, sir. Yes. There is a missing person. I am on my way to ask some more questions. No, sir. It is actually coming together rather quickly. Sam is on her way. More? If they station outside. We don't want to scare any fans." MiraBeth tucked her not-suspect notes into Roman's bag and added her two 'possibles' to that pile.
MiraBeth looked at the notes left on the wall. It's one of these she thought to herself. Shane, Shawn, or Stone Cold would be the unknown culprit talking to the man she was about to question. Roman came out of the bathroom as she reached for the first piece of paper. MiraBeth glanced over her shoulder and back at the three names on the wall. She froze. "Really, MiraBeth? Seriously? You put all three of these up here? Only one of them actually fits the description." She took two down and added them to the not-suspect pile. The last one she folded and put into her pocket. "Be careful out there." she said to Roman, kissed him quickly on the lips and dashed out the door with the photo from the parking garage in her hand.
"What the hell?" Roman said as he rubbed his fingers across his lips.
"Who are you looking for?" MiraBeth rolled her eyes as Seth Rollins found her.
"I promise I will fill you in later. Actually, I promise I will fill you in if you will help my co-worker find me when she gets here." Seth's eyes lit up at this prospect. "You keep your eyes out looking for her and I'll keep doing what I'm doing. This is hush-hush." While he was distracted she headed down the hallway where she had just seen a cowboy hat. Three minutes later, MiraBeth was face to face with JBL. "Hi! I am looking for Hunter. Have you seen him?"
"He headed that way." JBL said politely, pointing toward the parking garage.
MiraBeth headed that way on the double. Her footsteps were muffled by her rubber soles, so she knew to slow her approach as she heard voices. "What are we going to do about the police officer?"
"Nothing. She is chasing her tail. There are so many rumors going on around here…" MiraBeth began recording their conversation. If they were stupid enough to talk in the open hallway where anyone could come along, that was their stupidity!
"She has the glass from the limo. Were your prints on it?"
"Nah. I may have touched the door but Vince dropped the glass without help from me. I think I propped my hand on the roof when I grabbed his elbow…Yeah that's about it. But I wiped that down. She can't get my prints and you moved the cameras so we are good. Vince is secured on my ranch and no one will find him there."
"You are sure? If he comes back, we are out of power. Steph and I need this, man. If we aren't on television our pay gets cut. We have to have that money to pay our bills."
"I get it, man. Times are tight. Just like always, we have each other's back. This isn't going to be a Curtain Call. I guarantee you of that." Their voices began to fade as they walked away.
MiraBeth stopped recording and followed the men down the hall. As she passed the intersection of another hallway, an arm reached out and yanked her. "Shh. Don't scream."