Francis was jolted awake by a loud bang on the window. He turned to see Bluebeard. Francis crawled out to meet him on the windowsill. "What is it?"

"Jet Black said his final words early this morning." Francis looked at him, shocked. Bluebeard beckoned for him to follow. He casually clambered down to the fences, and ran along them. They came to an old, musty alleyway, and surely enough, in the middle of it was Jet Black. His throat was slit, and his entire stomach was ripped open. Francis, and Bluebeard leaped down to examine him. "I think it's a can opener again."

"What is it with you and can openers? This is obviously a cat. Someone he knew must have attacked him. From what I know of him, he was one tough cat, and killing him wouldn't be possible without his absolute trust."

"Smart ass." Bluebeard said. Francis laughed, and examined it further. They both turned as they saw something move. The two cornered their unseen opponent, and pounced. Bluebeard then yanked Christopher out from hiding. "I knew it!"

"I swear I didn't do anything to him." Christopher desperately said.

"Oh yeah, prove it," Francis growled as he let his claws slide out, glistening in the sun. His lips curled back to reveal his wicked fangs. He, and Bluebeard advanced on him slowly.

"I heard a scream, and I came. I was trying to figure out what happened here, and then I heard someone coming. It was you Bluebeard. I then tried to get another look once you left, and when I heard you coming back I hid for fear of being blamed for this. I swear I didn't do this. Why would I kill him though? I don't even know his name." Francis relaxed, and realized he probably wasn't lying. Bluebeard however wasn't as convinced.

"You think you can fool me smart ass? What do you take me for, some kind of joke?"Christopher turned to face Bluebeard, and with a look of panic on his face said.

"Believe what you want but I didn't do this. This is sick, and awful. I can't even begin to wonder who would do such a thing."

"The only one we know would do a deed such as this is dead." Francis replied. "His name was Pascal, and he attempted to breed cats back to their original form, and murdered any at who attempted to breed with one of his specimens. Not even Kong would do this. Jet Black could take Kong on any day of the week. Besides, he didn't trust Kong, nobody does. This killer is someone new, and quite intelligent."

"Francis listen to reason please. What's my motive?" Bluebeard was preparing to pummel Christopher when Francis stopped him.

"Bluebeard, he does have a point. There is no motive. We'd best not let the bastard out of our sights though. It certainly is possible that he did do this, but I doubt it. He doesn't even know Jet Black, and Jet Black could fight anybody I know. Christopher doesn't seem able to mutilate a cat like him."

"Smart ass. I'm leaving," Bluebeard said. He leaped back onto the fence, and walked off as if nothing had ever happened. Francis turned to Christopher, and jumped onto the fence.

"You'd better be telling the truth."