Chapter 6: Fear is a four-letter word
Chris Jericho walked stiffly down the ramp towards the ring. Usually he made a big entrance, shooting his mouth off. Not this time. Andrew noticed how tight-lipped he was. Chrisís fists were clenched tightly at his sides. "Letís get this match over with," he muttered to Andrew as they got into the ring. The Radicalz music played as Eddy Gurerro and Albert walked down the ramp. A creature of habit, Chris scanned the crowd for Jessie, as he always did. His jaw muscle twitched as he remembered Jessica wasnít there. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, *he had to find her! He couldnít live without her!* He opened his eyes and turned towards Andrew, "Itís time to kick some butt!"
An hour later:
"You tarred and feathered Albert, Andrew," Joanie said admiringly.
"The guyís an idiot, Andrew said bluntly. "Besides, Chris gave Eddie quite a run for his money too."
Chris shook his head, "I was probably a bit too hard on him. All I did was take some of my anger and frustration out on him, thatís all."
Joanie covered her hand over his. "Chris, weíre going to find her, and sheís going to be alright. Sheís strong. Thatís part of what attracted you to her, remember?"
"I know, I know," he said, putting his head in his hands.
Just then the door burst open and Nora rushed in, "Have you seen Jeff or Amy?" she asked.
"No, why?" Joanie asked.
"Matt slammed Jeff face first into the mat!"
"What!" Chris said, jerking his head up. "What possessed him to do that?"
Nora shook her head, "Hopefully, itís some kind of misunderstanding. As brothers, they seem to have really good chemistry."
"They do," Chris said firmly. Look, maybe they all went back to the hotel, why donít we check there?"
As soon as Chris, Nora, Andrew, and Joanie walked through the doors, Amy and Jeff rushed up to them, "Look at this!" Amy said her eyes glittering. She handed the piece of paper to Chris.
His lips compressed in a tight frown, "This goes beyond Jessica guys, listen to this: " 'Oops, wrong girl. Which means Iíll be watching. Toodle-loo.' " Chris crumpled the paper into a ball and stalked outside. Nora rushed out after him. "This psychoís got Jess, and Iím powerless to help her!"
"Thatís not true," Nora said softly. "If the kidnapper has the wrong girl do you think he or she will really make it that easy?" Chris looked at her quizzically. Nora continued, "If the kidnapper doesnít need her, then the person weíll want to dump her-for money. If he or she is watching us we need to seem unconcerned, otherwise this person knows that we are being controlled by our own fears, and he or she weíll capitalize on that."
Chris looked at her in amazement. "What did you do, major as a psychiatrist?"
"Close, my college roommate did," she answered with a grin.
In an abandoned theater outside the New Orleans city limits, a young woman painfully struggled to open her eyes. When Jessica did she realized she was bound and gagged. Just as her eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness, a heavy, metal door creaked open.