The stack of notes was thrown down on Judy's desk. She bolted from her work, startled.

"Here's the psych eval on Wilde," a soft spoke. Judy looked up from her work into the eyes of Dr. Cross, a female badger who was only a hair larger than Judy herself. Judy was quite familiar with Dr. Cross. She was the department psychologist who ran all psychological evaluations on prospective recruits into the police force. From time to time she was called in to conduct the same tests on suspect's as well.

"And...?" Judy asked as she glanced between the small stack of papers and the female badger standing at her desk. Dr. Cross didn't respond but simply grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it up close to Judy.

"What did you say to him?" Cross asked.

"What? What do you mean?" Judy asked back, reaching for the stack of notes and flipping through them.

"I mean that Mr. Wilde was quite cautious as to not reveal any personal information about himself," Dr. Cross explained. "Any time I asked about his childhood or home life, he would either give a one word response or he would attempt to dodge the question."

"So?"

"There were only two things he seemed to open up about," Cross continued. "He mentioned his mother quite often, which would lead me to believe he was close to her, but he also talked about you a surprising amount."

"So?" Judy asked. "Why is that surprising? I talked to him earlier that day."

"That's what I thought too, but he was also interrogated by Officer Delgato that day as well, but Mr. Wilde never mentioned him. Hence why I asked what you said to Mr. Wilde. Whatever it was, it left an impression on him," Dr. Cross said. Judy looked through the notes as she processed what the psychiatrist had said.

"Wow, you write a lot," Judy mumbled.

"Oh, that's nothing, Officer Hopps," Dr. Cross replied with a smile. "You should see the file I have on you."

"Wait, what?" Judy's head snapped up from the notes.

"What I'm saying is Mr. Wilde is difficult to get a read on," Dr. Cross continued. "He knows how to keep people from seeing his real personality."

"His real personality?" Judy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Mr. Wilde's like a chameleon," Dr. Cross said. "He knows how to read people and adjust his reactions accordingly. With you, he was more upbeat and positive. With Delgato, he was slightly more aggressive. With me, he was more distant and aloof."

"So I actually can't believe a word he says?" Judy replied, asking herself more than Dr. Cross.

"I wouldn't go that far," Cross answered. "It seems Mr. Wilde has been living on his own since the age of twelve. He had to developer that skill just to survive this long. By now, he probably doesn't even realize he's altering his personality. It's instinct."

"He's been on his own since he was twelve?" Judy looked up from the papers in her hand, sympathy growing in her heart. She couldn't imagine living that long without her parents. No wonder he acted so weird. "Doctor, what can you tell me about him?" Cross leaned back and though hard for several seconds.

"Well, he's lived on his own for nearly twenty years," Dr. Cross began. "No evidence of a stable home life. He never even mentioned a father so I would assume his father left before Mr. Wilde was born or when he was very young." Cross thought for several more seconds. "He has a strong dislike of authority figures, possibly due to the lack of a solid father figure in his youth." She paused and thought. "Other than that, Officer Hopps, Mr. Wilde is a complete enigma."

"Do you think he's capable of a crime like this?" Judy asked, hoping for some type of silver lining.

"Anyone is capable of anything, Officer Hopps," Dr. Cross answered. It wasn't exactly the answer Judy was looking for. "But I can say this. Mr. Wilde wouldn't do any of it without good reason. He's smart. He wouldn't have gotten this far without being smart."

"So... what? Is that a yes or a no?" Judy pried.

"Look, it's not my place to say that," Cross replied. "In the end it's up to the evidence to decide." With those last words, Dr. Cross stood and returned the chair to its place before heading back toward her office. Judy watched her leave before turning back toward her computer.

"Yeah, except there's no evidence," Judy mumbled as she clicked through the crime scene photos on her computer screen, searching through the images for something she missed. She got to the photos of the bed room and started to slowly look through the set. There had to be something. Yet there appeared to be nothing that would lead to a motive or a killer. Even the knife was devoid of pawprints.

Wait a minute...

Judy leaned in toward the computer screen. While making sure her brain wasn't playing tricks on her, she reached for the phone on her desk and dialed Clawhauser's extension.

"Hey, Ben, yeah, it's Judy," she said into the phone. "I'm going to need to talk to Nick Wilde again."