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June 2006
"Hello?"
There was no answer, and Adam suddenly realized that whoever had tried calling had already hung up. Well, either that or it had been a bad connection. Strangely, as he glanced at the cell phone's display to check the number, there was no number to see. Instead, it said, "No Number."
"Strange," he muttered to himself. He flipped the cell phone to a close, slipping it back into the little clip on his belt hook.
From a little farther down the hallway, he spotted Amy. She was already dressed in her street clothes and standing with her suitcase, waiting for him. She raised a hand, waving at him. He waved back, smiling. She was coming home with him to Toronto and spending the next couple of days there.
As he headed over to meet his girlfriend, the women's locker room door opened, and Trish and Ashley exited. The two blondes were talking and suddenly included Amy into their conversation. Adam couldn't make heads or tails of it and sensed something was up. He knew Ashley was still staying with Carlito and avoiding that jerk Matt Hardy, so he guessed that was what they were discussing.
"Hey, ladies," the tall blond man greeted.
"Hey, you." Amy smiled and sank against him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, hooking his thumb into her belt hook.
"Anyway," Trish said, eyeing Ashley, "I'll be in Massachusetts with John the next few days, but if you need me, you've got my cell number."
"Thanks," the younger blonde said, managing a tiny smile. She had just changed her number out of fear that Matt would continue to call her. Surprisingly, it hadn't been too big of a hassle to contact everyone she knew had her old one to give them the new number. She'd just made everyone promise not to give it out.
"Have a good few days off," Amy said, reaching over to pat Ashley's arm.
When the couple separated from the two blondes, they left the arena together. Adam was silent as he thought about the unanswered call he had received. He couldn't help but find it more than a bit strange.
"What's up, Adam?" Amy asked as they got into their rental car. She took it upon herself to drive them to the airport. "You're too quiet."
"Oh, it's nothing," the Canadian answered.
"So, what about the news about Rob, huh?" the redhead asked, referring to Rob Szatowski, better known to wrestling fans as Rob Van Dam. The man had been busted at a red light, along with his friend Terry - Sabu in the squared circle - for marijuana and other illegal substances.
Adam sighed.
"Well, I hate to say this, but it doesn't really surprise me," he replied. "At least not the pot part of it. He really-" He was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He took a quick glance at the display. No Number... Should he answer it? Quickly, he decided to do so for the hell of it.
"Hello?"
Again, there was no answer.
"Hello?!" Shaking his head and rolling his eyes in frustration, he pressed the button that ended calls.
Amy glanced away from the road for a beat to eye him.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Damn wrong number. Second time in a few minutes."
"Was there a number?"
The blond man said, "Nope. It says, 'no number' on the display. I wish people would be a little more careful when they make calls." He sighed.
Amy remained silent as she thought about that. It was a bit strange. For the last few months, she, Ashley and now Adam had been getting unwanted phone calls. It all appeared that it would lead to one common culprit - Matt. But she shook off that thought. The dark-haired man had absolutely no reason to call the Canadian. Plus, the way she knew him, Matt would never have the desire to call Adam. On top of that, she knew Matt's cell phone number wasn't blocked to incoming calls. He tended to like and want people to know he was calling them.
There had to be some other sort of explanation. Maybe it really was a wrong number, as Adam was assuming or claiming it to be. But for some reason, the redhead couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it - a lot more. She had no idea why, but she had a sinister feeling about the whole thing. She wished there were a number to be displayed so that she could trace it. Oh well.
Putting those thoughts out of her mind, she concentrated on the rest of the drive, and on the discussion Adam
had launched into.