Chapter 4

I went to sleep, as the same dream came back. This time however, it was the same sequence when I was trapped in the house alongside my deceased mother. An officer breaks in the front house door, while the house is starting to engulf in flames.

"SON, IT IS NOT SAFE YOU NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" the officer exclaimed, as my vision was a bit clear to see it was a fox, but I couldn't tell who he is. I was starting to get picked up, but before it went further my alarm went off from my phone.

I woke up in sweat, as I gasped for air and trying to widen my eyes to awake myself up in full. Got out of bed and done my routines of getting up in the morning for work. After I got ready and was about to head out the door, I forgot to remember that ZPD Officer Nick Wilde's business card on the night stand. I walked over there and picked it up to see he even has a phone number to call. With a little hesitation, I didn't thought about calling him, but he may perhaps help me get me through or at least know who pulled me out of the fire. I began dialing my phone and it started to rang. It continued to rang for seconds and seconds, as I waited for him to answer.

Hello and good morning, this is the Zootopia Police Department and I'm Officer Nick Wilde. How could I be of your assistance today?

I froze as I was trying to pick up some words that I wanted to say.

Helloooo?

"I'm sorry! This is Trey Wolfer. The one you spoke yesterday evening near where I worked." I spoke.

Hmmm... Trey Wolfer... I'm trying to remember... Oh yes, Trey Wolfer at the bar and grill!

"Yes." I answered, as I was breathing in and out of nervousness of speaking to someone since I left the hospital. "I was wondering, if it's possible I could come in and discuss... or basically talk."

Well I understand you wanted to speak to someone, would it be better for me to get you a therapist?

"No, no. I prefer to speak to you, about..." I answered again.

It took a moment to wait for a response from Nick, until he let out a breath. Come into the ZPD and talk to the desk counter to let him know that "you're here for Officer Nick Wilde" and he'll take you to my office or have someone else help from there.

"Alright, thanks. See you than." I finished my chat, before hanging up the phone and called work to report an absence for appointment reasons. I didn't bother to change my clothing, so I decided to just leave the apartment.

It took me for a few minutes to arrive at the ZPD, as I live only a few short minutes from there. I parked my car at a parking garage and decided to walk from there to the Zootopia Police Department.

After a short walk from the parking garage, I saw the letters of ZPD or Zootopia Police Department. I took a another look to ensure myself if it was the correct address and location where Nick Wilde works. Other police officers were coming in and out of the precinct, possibly for to patrol around town or heading back home from their long nights. As I was passing through them, some of the officers looked at me and wondered who I was, as if they may have heard of me. I opened the doors to see everyone passing through for work. I than saw the counter desk, who may help me to get into a meeting with Officer Wilde. I walked to the counter desk and spoke with a cheetah officer by the name Benjamin Clawhauser.

"Excuse sir, is this a counter desk I could speak to someone or get in touch with an officer?" I asked.

"Sure, how can I help?" he friendly greeted.

His energy of a friendly greeting kind of startled me a bit, probably because I wasn't much social with anyone. "Well... for starters you may have... a doughnut on your-"

The officer noticed when he checked his cheek with his paws and found a chocolate. "Ohh, thanks. Care for a doughnut?"

"I'm okay thank you. However, perhaps you could help me. I'm here to speak with Officer Nick Wilde. He said someone would help me get to his office to speak to him." I went on.

"Oh yes, I'll get-"

"It's alright Clawhauser." a voice came and I turned to see the same bunny officer from last night. "I'll take it from here."

She than began walking me through the halls. At one point, I looked at the briefing room to see officers being briefed by the buffalo Chief Bogo. While he was briefing, he made a short glance at me like he remembers me. We continued to walk, after passing the briefing room and at another turn, we arrived at the office of Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde.

"You guys are partners." I assumed.

"Yep, since after we cracked a case together and he joined the force. Inseparable ever since, except days off of course." Judy spoke.

She opened the door to see Nick was preparing to end his shift. He turned his head towards us, mostly myself. "Ah, Trey is it?"

"Yes sir."

"Please, have a seat." Nick friendly greeted, as he handed a note to Judy. I sat down on the chair, as Judy exited the room and closed the door. "So, here we are. Now why are you wanting to discuss with me about your troubles?"

"Well for one reason for sure, A: it costs money to go see therapy, B: I can't fully rely on doctors or psychologist to help me, and C: you seemed to know more." I answered.

He chuckled. "Clever as a fox, but not the wisest."

"Also the main reason is that, when my mother and my sister Lily died at that night. I was pulled out of the house by a fox, who may be an officer." I added.

Nick nodded his head slowly. "Interesting, you think it might be me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. The officer was my last recollection, before I passed out and awoken at a hospital in the next day."

"Do you ever got the officer's name or description?"

"I ended up forgetting all about it, until I was released from the asylum and started having nightmares." I answered.

"Nightmares? About the murders?" he questioned.

"What else?! Ever since I got out of there. I wished that I could have a decent dream, if it means going back to a flashback of seeing my family alive, before they passed."

Nick sighed a bit. "Do you remember who the perpetrators, who broke into your mother's house?"

"Yes. They were rams and recall of hearing two names: Chuck, who was the main ram and stated he is the son of Doug, and another by the name of Jason." I told him, as he had a notepad and wrote down the names. He searched through files in his drawer and pulled out wanted photos.

"Do you recognized any one of them?" he showed me the wanted photos.

I looked and tried to remember, as I gazed at the photos. One of the photos by the name of Chuck, as I recognized the ram's wool and the horns. It even have a description, who he was. "This is him. That's the same ram, who killed my mother and sister."

"Did your mother tell you how your father died?" he asked.

"She told that he died from a heart attack." I answered.

Nick gave me a sadden look, as if something came out different. "That's what she told, she wouldn't lied."

"I'm afraid that wasn't the case. He did pass over a year ago, but he was murdered by the same ram, who was wanted." Nick came out clean.

It was the first that I heard that my father's death wasn't by an heart attack. "You're telling me, my father was murdered?!"

"Do you remember him joining the ZPD?" he asked.

"I don't know. I knew he was always around, when I was little. By the time I hit my teen years, he wasn't always around anymore and told me he had to work."

A door opened to see Officer Judy came in with a small safe and set it on the table and gave me a key for it. "What's this?"

"It's your father's safe, since he joined the ZPD. He would wanted you or anyone else in your immediate family to have it." Judy answered.

I grabbed the key and unlocked the safe to reveal an extraordinary secrecy that I hardly know. There was his badge, uniform, a Glock handgun, a family photo, and a note. I opened the note to see his handwriting.

Dear family

I'm writing amongst to you because I'm dead. This safe contains my belongings as an officer and wanted to give it to my immediate family. Mostly, I was hoping to give it to my son Trey Wolfer. He may have a short memory of him visiting the ZPD or recalling anything about it, since we had to raise him and focused him on school. I need of you to contact my son to deliver the safe to him, as well assisting him and my family anyway possible.

Sincerely Yours, Walker Wolfer

Shocked from this revelation, I wasn't sure how to respond since he was dead for over a year. "Why couldn't he told of me about this before?"

"Because he was working on a case that Nick and I were solving." Judy answered.

"The 'Night Howler' case?"

"Yes, he went undercover to investigate deep of any gang affiliated groups that might produce the toxins. In which they later use for turning any animals into savages." Nick added.

"I hardly remember of him telling me about this case." I have very little memory.

"How about this, since I'll be off, we could do dinner over at the grill, where you work and discuss more." Nick suggested.

"I would, but I called in sick." I said.

"Alright, we could eat at a pizzeria. Your father took you to numerous pizzerias that he used to tell us about it." he said.

I decided to go for the plan since we could discuss for my little special therapy and about my father's career as an officer. Before Judy was about to escort me out, Nick confirmed with me that the time would be seven thirty at night that he would drive by apartment that I provided him my address.

As Judy and I walked out of their office after thanking him for letting me to stop by, the chief came by and stopped us, as he looked hard down on us.

"Whose is he, Hopps? No civilians are allowed past through the offices." he spoke a little harsh.

"We understand, but this citizen called to discuss about the murders and we have some clues about it." Judy stood up.

"Very well, after you escort him out, head on for patrol."

"Yes sir." she saluted, as he looked at me. He continued to gaze at me for the next minute, before he headed his way through the halls.

"Does he know about my father?" I asked Judy.

"I'm sure, if he seen him before. He would know." she smiled.

"Alright, thank you for escorting me here and out." I thanked her.

"Anytime at all." she said nicely, as we continued to head through the halls.

We than made it back to the entrance from there I exited out from the ZPD. When I walked out of the precinct, I continue to wonder why my father hasn't told me anything about his police work or I was in the asylum for so long that I started to lose memories that enjoy or recall anything before the murders of my family.