Billy Wilson gazed up at the apartment building in Savannah Central, then turned to Nick. "I don't understand."

The fox said patiently, "What don't you understand? Your wife lives on the top floor of that apartment building."

"But…" The woodchuck fell silent.

"But there's no way she could afford a place like that, right?" asked Nick. "You're not paying for it either." He waved at the door animal and the coyote waved back. "Your wife has a boyfriend. Steve over there called me when her boyfriend showed up and he's going to point him out when he comes down." The fox hesitated, then said quietly, "I have a feeling we might clear up a couple of points when we see who it is."

Judy looked curiously at Nick but he shook his head and they got into the unmarked police car and settled down to wait. For about an hour there was no conversation, then Wilson leaned forward from the back seat. "Is this another one of those dull and pointless police things?"

"You got it," said Nick with an odd blend of cheerfulness and malice.

Judy gave her partner a look, then turned to the back seat. "Mr Wilson, you don't really have to wait with us. This must be very upsetting for you."

"It is," said the woodchuck slowly, "but I want to know who Phyllis is seeing. Maybe…" He sat back with a sigh. "Maybe it isn't that serious."

"That apartment looked very serious to me," said Nick.

Judy glared at her partner but the fox was looking out the window. "Here we go," he said, nodding at the apartment building. The coyote Steve was holding the door open with one paw and pointing at the animal coming hrough with the other. It was a portly woodchuck with an impeccably tailored suit and a very satisfied expression. Nick whistled softly. "Recognize him, Mr Wilson?"

"It's Mr Wuchak." For a moment, Billy Wilson stared blankly at his boss, then he bared his teeth and started to open his door.

Nick dove over the seat and there was a brief, savage scuffle before the fox pinned the woodchuck down. "You want me to cuff you?"

Wilson shuddered. "You knew it was Mr Wuchak, didn't you?"

"When you said your wife threw you out around the time your boss starting acting strange, I wondered about it." Nick loosened his grip. "You can sit up, but don't let him see you."

The woodchuck rubbed his face with his paws. "I don't believe this. I thought Mr Wuchak was my friend." His voice broke. "And Phyllis said she just needed some space."

Judy reached over and patted Wilson on the shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Mr Wilson."

"What happens now?" he asked dully.

Nick climbed back into the front seat. "Now we follow him and see what he's up to." Wuchak was hailing a cab. "I would have thought an animal like that would have a car of his own."

"He does." Billy Wilson sounded puzzled. "A luxury four-door with a driver. And if he wanted a cab, why didn't he have the door animal call one for him?"

"Let's see if we can find out," said Judy, her light tone belied by her determined expression as she maneuvered through traffic three cars behind the cab.

It was getting dark when Adam Wuchak stopped his cab and got out, waiting until it turned a corner before starting up the street. Judy and Nick exchanged a look and the fox turned to speak to Billy Wilson. "Any reason you can think of why your boss would be going to Kopje Court?"

Wilson shrugged. "I called him today before I went to the ZPD." Nick rolled his eyes and the woodchuck said defensively, "All you told me was you had some paperwork of his to go through. You didn't say not to talk to him about it."

"I would have thought that was a given," said the fox, clearly holding onto his temper.

"Nick, stop," snapped Judy. "It's done now, there's no point belaboring it." She parked the car. "What about it, Mr Wilson? Do you think there's something at Kopje Court Mr Wuchak doesn't want us to find?"

"I don't think so." The woodchuck thought for a moment. "There may be some records in my trailer but it's still buried under the rubble. No one should be going anywhere near it until it's been cleared, it's very unsafe with all that loose debris and damaged scaffolding."

"We're not going to find out anything sitting around here." Nick picked up the microphone. "I'm going to call for a squad car to take you home, Mr Wilson."

"Forget it." The woodchuck stared defiantly at the fox. "It's my wife and my boss and my life. I'm going with you." Judy started to speak and Wilson cut her off. "I have a right to see for myself."

"Fine!" Nick threw up his paws, then opened his door. "We don't have time to argue about it. Let's go."