"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine," he replied in a soft voice.  He'd been thinking furiously about who might be setting him up - and about speaking to Vince McMahon about their suspicions.

Amy moved around a little so that she was directly in front of him.  "It's going to be okay," she said reassuringly.  "We're going to go talk to Mr. McMahon, and we'll get to the bottom of this.  We're going to find out who this creep is and once Vince knows about him, he'll never bother us again."

Adam sighed and pulled the redhead into his embrace.  "I'm so glad you're with me, angel..."  He hugged her tightly, lowering his lips to her forehead and placing a gentle kiss there.

"It's like I told you earlier, Adam...I'm not going anywhere."

The tall Canadian managed a small, somewhat sad smile as he placed his hands on either side of her face.  He gazed deeply into her eyes for a beat before pressing a passionate kiss to her lips, and she kissed him back eagerly and ardently.

"All right...come on, let's go tell Vince everything," he said after the kiss ended.  He grabbed hold of her hand and they made their way into the hotel.

*

"Mr. McMahon?  Can we come in?" Adam called outside the door to the boss' illustrious suite.  He and Amy exchanged quick glances as they heard movement within the room, then a moment later, the door opened.

"Why, Adam...Miss Dumas, come on in," Vince said as he offered them a smile.  "What can I do for the two of you?"  He closed and locked the door behind them, then turned toward them expectantly.

Adam ran his hand through his long blond locks, clearing his throat before he began to speak.  "We ran into some trouble this afternoon, Vince..."

"Really?  What kind of trouble?"

"...Well, we were just driving around about an hour or so from here when someone ran us clear off the road."

Vince's eyes widened.  "What?  Ran you off the road?"

"Yes, ran us off the road," Amy said.  She was standing beside Adam, her hand still in his.  "Mr. McMahon, we believe that someone has deliberately been trying to...hurt Adam.  First that incident in the parking lot the other night, and now this...We...our rental car went off the road and nearly crashed at the bottom of a hill."

"My God!  Are you two okay?"  The boss attempted to make himself look and sound genuinely concerned, but inwardly, he sneered at the two standing before him.

"Yeah, we're fine," Adam said.  "We got lucky this time."

"And you think," Vince began, turning back toward Amy, "that someone is deliberately out to get Adam?"

"Yes, Mr. McMahon...it makes perfect sense.  I believe that the same person who nearly ran him over in the parking lot after RAW on Monday night is the same maniac who ran us off the road a little while ago!  We have to find out who this is and do something about them!"

"Well, don't worry about that...I'll make sure that whoever it is, they will be severely punished.  Why, this is criminal behavior you're talking about!"

"This person deserves to rot their life away in jail," Amy spat angrily, "for attempted murder...what kind of...of...psycho would do this?!"

"I don't know, Amy," Mr. McMahon said.  "But this person, once he is caught, will be made to pay for his actions.  And rest assured, he will be fired."

"Thank you, Mr. McMahon."  Amy turned to face Adam, who had become quiet after the boss had asked her the question about the madman deliberately trying to get him.  She nudged him gently, and they turned to leave the boss' suite.

Once they were gone and Vince had closed and locked the door behind them, his expression of concern transformed to one of fierce anger.  Thoughts of the man who had fucked up a second time ran through his mind.  Now, because of his screwups, Copeland and Dumas were suspicious.  What if one or both of them put two and two together and managed to come up with him as the answer?

"God damn it!"  Vince was so furious he knocked over an expensive antique vase that was set atop a small table in one corner of the sitting room.  The man had screwed up and had screwed with him in the process.

*

"Hey, guys," Jay said cheerfully as he opened his hotel room door to see Adam and Amy standing just outside.  The couple stepped inside, nodding morosely at the blond man and at Nora, who sat on the desk chair nearby.

Jay noticed the expressions on the faces of his friends and grew serious.  "What's wrong?"

"You two are not going to believe what happened to us," Adam began.  "It's unbelievable..."  He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it.  Raking his fingers through his long blond hair, he ducked his head briefly before looking back up.  "We think someone is trying to set me up..."

"What do you mean?"

Adam sighed and gestured one hand out toward Amy, who stood beside Jay.  "We think that someone is out to get Adam," she explained as she ran a hand through her own hair, "that someone wants to kill him."  She sat beside her boyfriend, neatly tucking a leg beneath her in the process.

"What?!"  Jay and Nora breathed the word in unison in shocked voices.  Both pairs of blue eyes widened as they stared at their friends.

"You mean after what happened on Monday?" Jay asked.

"Yeah...that and the fact that some asshole ran us off the road while we were out on our drive earlier," the tall blond muttered.  Before either of them could question him further, he pressed on.  "Our rental was towed away.  The bastard rammed into the side of it, and we ended up going over a hill.  Luckily, neither of us got hurt, but...we're shaken up."

Amy gripped his arm firmly as she eyed him seriously.  "We just came from Mr. McMahon's room - we told him everything."

"Oh, my God!  I can't...this is unbelievable," the other blond man said.  "Who the hell would do something like this?"

"I don't know, Jay...I've been thinking about it non-stop since it's happened, and I just don't know...damn it!" he hissed through clenched teeth.  "I never thought I had a single enemy, but apparently, I do."

"We deduced that it's got to be someone in the company," the redhead admitted.  "For a second, I thought it could possibly be an obsessive fan, but I rejected that idea.  I mean, if that was the case, they would probably leave Adam letters or gifts.  I think the person behind all this is a cold, calculated, sadistic son of a bitch."

Nora, whom had listened to all of this silently except for her one utterance of "What?!" suddenly felt her blood run cold as ice.  For some reason, Amy's last sentence made her think of him.  The man with whom she had been in a relationship over the last seven months fit that description perfectly: cold, calculating, sadistic son of a bitch...