The son of a bitch was following him, just as he'd hoped.  Good...

He glanced around the immediate area, glad it looked familiar.  Now, all he had to do was remember the exact spot at which he'd made the turn.  Amy had been sitting right here beside him, looking over a map.  If memory served him correctly, she'd told him to make a left here, at the light that was just ahead...

The blond man noticed the dark-tinted windowed car in the rearview mirror.  It was much, much closer now, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Paul Levesque was the person behind the wheel.  He hoped the asshole couldn't detect the lopsided grin-smirk on his face as he made the turn.

Then, heading forward, Adam realized that everything here too was familiar.  For that, he was grateful.

By the Canadian's memory, he figured they would be by the state fair in no time...

*

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Kurt asked as Jay steered the rental car's wheel.

"Yes - I remember this being the way we went..." the blond man responded, briefly turning his head to look at the other man from over his shoulder.

Angle was in the backseat, Nora at his side in the passenger's seat.  He hadn't wanted her to come along - and had in fact even forbid it - but the little blonde diva had absolutely insisted upon coming.  Somehow, she'd had the feeling that if she allowed Jay to take this trip without her, she'd never seen him again...

"Why are you so sure he went this way?" Kurt asked, leaning forward in his seat and glancing around their surroundings.

"Call it a hunch..." the Canadian said.  "I know Adam, and I know him damn well - hell, we're practically brothers, Kurt!"  He shook his head, the nervous knot in his stomach uncomfortable - and getting worse.  "Something just tells me he'd lead the bastard to where it all happened."  He swallowed hard, in reality, scared to death of what might happen.  He didn't want to lose his best friend, damn it... Not to death or imprisonment.

"You really think he'd lure Paul to the fair, though?"  This time, it was Nora who'd posed the question.  The petite blonde's lovely face was full of concern and terror, her blue eyes large.  She certainly didn't want to be going back to the place where her good friend Amy had been shot - the place the redhead could have died...

"That's what I think, Nor - my gut tells me so..."  Jay glanced around almost frantically as they reached a traffic light he remembered.  But there was one thing he didn't recall...  "Damn it...Did he make a right or a left at this light?"

Nora turned to fully face him.

"A left..."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive...I have a good memory..."

"Thanks, babe..."  The Canadian man was suddenly grateful his girlfriend had insisted on coming along on this trip.

"Damn it..." Kurt muttered.  He was thinking about Stephanie - and hoping she wasn't too mad at him.  The brunette had wanted to come along with them, and the trip had in fact been her idea, but he'd refused.  He wouldn't put her in any harm - or potential harm.

"This road looks mighty familiar..." Jay spoke from the driver's seat, bringing the Olympian back from his reverie.  The blond man glanced around, to his left, then to his right, and nodded as though to confirm.  "The state fair should be just ahead..."

Then, not five minutes later, they saw it - along with Adam's rental car...