February 22nd, 2017

Prosecutor's Office

Underground Parking Lot, 11:20 AM

Judy's POV

Judy: Huh, so this is what the underground parking lot looks like. We'll have to walk around to the front if we want to investigate.

Ema: Hey everyone! Keep up the good work!

Phoenix: H-hey! What are you thinking?

Ema: Well, they are going to be my coworkers three years from now after all. No harm in saying hello…

Judy: Actually there is. I don't have a search warrant or an okay from any police station.

Phoenix: And attorneys aren't supposed to examine crime scenes. We're trying not to stand out too much.

?: Hey there! You 'specting to go unnoticed here, pardner?

Judy (Thinking): Oh great, another person from the south.

I turned and saw some sort of cowboy, who is literally a cow, who looks like a Sheriff.

?: What do we have here? Looks like a bambina got loose from the ranch and is up to no good! Folks gotta learn to keep them dogies tied down, pardner.

Ema: M-Mr. Marshall!

Judy (Thinking): Well I'll say one thing; he looks like someone for Wild West.

?: Lookie here, Bambina. I know how you feel. But this is my gang's gold strike, see?

Ema: Strike…?

?: This is out claim, out territory. And the goldmine is… evidence. If you're fixin' to mess with what's ours… You'll regret it, pardner! You know what dreams the cacti out in the desert dream? You want to?

Judy (Thinking): What!?

Judy: Um, excuse me… Mr. Marshall, was it? Judy Hopps, I'm an office for the Zootopia police department. I'm also here to examine the crime scene.

?: Hmm, nice badge you got there, Miss. But if you say that you're here to examine, then where are the papers of request?

Judy: …! Uh…

?: Figures. I can't just let anyone in here without some sort of approval from the police department. You can look around this end if you want, but just stay away from the car?

Ema: Well, can we at least ask who owns that red car?

?: Well, if you want yourself a red mustang that like, get yourself to the saloon up on the 12th floor of the Prospector's Office. Might just find you a cervesa you like.

Phoenix: Um… sure.

?: Well, I have to be gettin' back now. Just stay away from the red car, and we won't have any troubles, happy trails Bambina.

Phoenix: …

Judy: …

Ema: …

Phoenix: Was that uh, hombre, a friend of yours?

Ema: Uh… kind of… sort of… Yeah. He's a detective.

Judy (Thinking): Detective? I say he's more of a patrolman.

Phoenix: Well, looks like we're stuck here till we get an approval from someone.

Judy: Still, it couldn't hurt to look around this part. There's a door and from the looks of it, I think it leads to the Security room up there.

Ema: Wow, so based on the scientific information, it looks a café!

Judy: … Uh… sure.

Phoenix: It sure is high; you can probably see the whole lot from there if you were to go in.

Judy: The chain link fence is pretty high too, a guess they want to keep the visitors from taking up the parking space for the prosecutors.

Ema: Hey guys! There's even a wall between here and car! There's even a phone here! … Uh, it doesn't seem to work. Oh no, I've gone deaf! My ears don't work!

Phoenix: Uh, I think it's just because the phone doesn't work. It's probably off line.

Judy: Now that you've mentioned it, there was a bad storm yesterday, so I wonder if it went out yesterday during the murder.

Ema: Hey, look!

Phoenix: Uh, a wallet. Um… excuse me, officer!

Judy: Wait, Phoenix!

Phoenix: What?

Judy: That wallet might have something there we need.

Ema: She's right! You forget that anything at a crime scene is evidence.

Phoenix: Should we really do this?

I gave him a nod. He opened the wallet and we found an ID card.

Phoenix: "Detective Bruce Goodman, ID # 5842189"

Judy: That might be our victim in this case!

Ema: See, isn't scientific investigation fun!?

Judy: I guess… Well there's nothing left for us to do. Guess we should head to the Prosecutor's Office and…

?: Excuse me? Were you two all set?

Ema: Us?

Coming out for the parking lot, was a lunch lady. She was a gray wolf, who was an expensive white fur coat.

Judy (Thinking): Whoa! What a wolf!

Ema: Y-you're selling lunches? Here? This is a crime scene!

?: Hello! Half n' Half, was it?

Ema: Oh. Uh, thanks.

?: And you, you wanted the Broccoli Forest, right?

Judy: Uh, sure.

?: And you, sir?

Phoenix: Y-yes?

?: Some Crunchy Goodness coming at you!

Phoenix: Uh… thanks.

?: This area is off limits to anyone without clearance. Especially passers-by. Or are you officers?

Judy: Well, I am. Officer Hoops. But I can't actually investigate the car.

Ema: What about you? You don't look like the type to have clearance.

?: Well, that's hardly a way to greet someone! Even if my days as the "Cough-up Queen" are over…

Phoenix: C-cough-up? Huh?

Ema: You know, I'm feeling kind of full. Maybe I'll pass on lunch…

?: I'm quite connected to this case, you see. The images are burned into my eyes, you might say. Yes, all the sordid secrets…

Ema: Secrets…?

?: Dear me. You are a slow one, aren't you? I'm referring to the murder. The stabbing of that detective.

Phoenix: Whaaat!?

Judy: So, you're the witness!? Please, whatever your name is, tells us what happened!

Angel: That name's Angel Starr. Don't you go forgetting it. Or before you know it I'll have you whimpering at my heels.

Phoenix: Y-y-yes, ma'am!

Judy: Very well, Angel. What did you witness?

Angel: Yesterday was the day of destiny… I knew something was going to happen… Just like I know that the Daily Special on Friday every week is salmon.

Phoenix: Destiny…? Was yesterday special for some reason?

Angel: You're a defense attorney, right? You should know then. You should know the foul misdeeds of the evil ones who haunt this den of inequity!

Ema: E-evil ones?

Angel: Prosecutors! They have no qualms at all about blacking the name of innocents! And yesterday they paid homage to the most evil one of all! They gave an award for "King of Prosecutors"… What a farce!

Judy: So there was some kind of award ceremony for prosecutors on the day of the murder.

Angel: I was almost compelled to lace their lunches with something foul…

Ema: Do you have a personal grievance against prosecutors or something? Or is there some kind of scientific evidence of this um, "evil"?

Angel: Young miss… Mock me at your own risk! You'll soon find out why they call me the "Cough-up Queen"!

Ema: Ew!

Angel: The most heinous of all the evil ones, the one they awarded yesterday… It was in his car that they found the body! Proof that he devours the evilest lunches of all!

Ema: R-really!?

Judy: So, he was stabbed in someone else's car? But how, did someone drive him here or something?

Angel: Well, from what I've heard, the Chief Prosecutor called the victim to come to the parking lot.

Phoenix: R-really!?

Judy: What exactly did you witnessed though?

Angel: It was a fascinating spectacle, to be sure! I now feel like I know what they say when they talk about a "woman's wrath." To see Lana Skye wield that knife so…

Phoenix: !

Angel: Her knife flashed in anger, brining him to a sad end. It was truly a sight to see.

Ema: Y-you mean you saw the very moment of the crime!?

Angel: The sound of his silvery ties to this world being cruelly cut still rings in my ears. And the rhythmic beat of Lana Skye's knife…

Phoenix: Wait a second! You know Lana Skye?

Angel: Hmph. Of course. It's quite a feat… becoming Chief Prosecutor. How many lunch boxes of sin did she pack to make that journey, I wonder!

Ema: She… always travels light.

Judy (Thinking): Something strange is going on here? Who is this lady?

Judy: Ms. Starr. Could you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Angel: I come here every day to sell lunches. I import only the freshest and the best from the Far East. For some reason, the box lunches are a hit here.

Ema: Why not make the lunches here rather than import them?

Angel: Did you say something?

Ema: N-no…

Angel: Only true connoisseurs can understand… The kind you can only tell someone who has tried General Tso's Trilobite lunch set.

Ema: Ah… Nevermind… You win.

Angel: Anyway, I come here every day to sell lunches. My boyfriend works in the security room here in at the Prosecutor's Office.

Judy: Your boyfriend?

Angel: See the security room over there?

Phoenix: The glass-walled booth?

Angel: I sell my lunches and, since I'm here anyway, I drop in to see him.

Judy: I see.

Ema: So, to scientifically analyze the data available so far… You, Ms. Starr, are a lunch vendor with an ulterior motive for coming here!

Judy (Thinking): A motive? What kind of motive would that be…?

Phoenix: Not to be mean, but did you have a bad experience with a prosecutor, Ms. Starr? I sense some… hostility.

Angel: Hostility? Hah! Perhaps. Prosecutors are all alike. And the bigger they get, the worse they smell. Kind of like 10-day old clams in the chowder.

Judy (Thinking): Ugh… this lady knows how to ruin someone's appetite.

Ema: That'd be a sure cause of food poisoning! Scientifically speaking, of course. I mean, now you're talking "Cough-up Queen"!

Judy (Thinking): This lady sure is mysterious. There's got to be something more to her than just a lunch lady.

Judy: Alright, thank you for your time. We'll see you in the trial tomorrow and good luck with your boyfriend.