Judy and Finnick spent the rest of the day questioning one fox after another. Like Kyle, many of Finnick's customers referred them to other foxes, some of whom were able to confirm the animal that attacked them was an elephant in a bright red car with spinning hubcaps. No one had caught the license plate number, and by late afternoon Judy's head was beginning to ache. Neither she nor Finnick had eaten anything all day and in addition to hunger, she was worried about Nick and upset at how she was received in the homes of foxes who were deeply distrustful of a bunny cop. Finnick was treated with kindness and sympathy but Judy was regarded with wariness. A few foxes were like Kyle and warmed up to her when they realized how distraught she was about Nick, but most of them didn't even want her in their house and it showed. After one fox made her stand in the hall while he talked to Finnick, Judy said dispiritedly, "I think I've had enough for one day."

Finnick wasn't blind to the way his fellow foxes looked at his companion and it was taking a toll on him too. "One more stop? I just got the name of a fox that was hit by a car. Sounds like our elephant."

"Fine. One more stop, then we go." Judy's voice trembled. "I want to go back to the hospital."

"Okay." Finnick consulted the address he'd been given, drove a few blocks, and parked the van. "Why don't you stay here? You go in the back, no one'll bother you." The bunny shook her head wearily and Finnick shrugged. They went up to the apartment and he knocked on the door, waited, and knocked again.

"Just a minute!" A cheery arctic fox opened the door, smiling brightly. "You here to see Mr Renard?"

Finnick nodded. "If it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all. Come on in." She held the door open and gestured to the fox to enter, then smiled at Judy. "Don't just stand there, honey."

Judy smiled back uncertainly. "Thank you. Are you Mr Renard's…"

"I'm Thelma, his nurse," said the fox briskly.

Finnick's eyebrows went up. "His nurse?"

A silver fox in a wheelchair, both legs in casts, rolled into the room. "She's not a nurse, she's a bully. I don't know why the insurance company stuck me with her. I can manage just fine by myself."

"Is that so?" Thelma looked down her nose at Renard. "You can't even reach the stove to fix yourself something to eat."

"I can order takeout," he grumbled.

She shook her head, grinning. "These folks are here to see you. Put on your company manners or your sponge bath just might be ice cold."

She bustled off to the kitchen and he shouted after her, "You talk like that would be something new!" He winked at Finnick. "She's not a bad old girl. Just way too bossy. Won't let me smoke, can't have any beer...well, I guess that's what happens when you're stuck in a wheelchair."

"That's what we're here to talk to you about," said Finnick. "You heard about that fox cop getting shot?"

"Of course." Renard looked puzzled. "What does that have to do with me?"

"He's my partner," said Judy softly.

The silver fox cocked his head. "A rabbit and a fox?" His eyes widened. "Say, I remember reading something about you when the Nighthowler story broke. I was in the country on an assignment, couldn't get back in time. Officer Hopps, right?"

"That's right," said Judy. "You're a reporter?"

"A photographer. I would have loved to do a spread on you and your partner." Renard's eyes dropped. "How is your partner? Is he going to be okay?"

Judy shook her head, turning away, and Finnick said quietly, "It's still touch and go."

"I'm truly sorry," said Renard, "but I still don't understand what any of this has to do with me."

"He was shot by someone, probably an elephant, in a red car."

Renard said excitedly, "That's how I got hurt! An elephant in a red car hit me. Deliberately. I was crossing the street, and I saw the car but I had the light. And he didn't stop, he sped up. Hit me so hard he knocked me right across the street and kept going."

Judy had herself under control again. "Did you report it?"

"I did, but I didn't have the license plate number and there are a lot of red cars in Zootopia. So far they haven't located it."

Finnick and Judy exchanged a glance, then the little fox said, "Thanks for your time," and started for the door.

"Now wait a minute," said Renard. "At the time I didn't have the license plate number. Turns out one of my neighbors saw the car that hit me."

Judy brightened. "Can we talk to your neighbor?"

Renard shook his head. "She has emotional problems. After seeing what happened, she kind of had a breakdown. She's a little better now." The silver fox pushed his chair over to a desk and started rummaging. "Her husband came to see me tthough. She got the license plate number. She even wrote it down that first day. She was just too afraid to say anything." He held up a piece of paper. "Here it is. I left a message for the officer in charge of my case but he hasn't got back to me yet. I might as well give it to you, Officer Hopps."

She took the paper and read it, then showed it to Finnick. His eyes glittered. "She sure about that?"

"Yes," said Renard soberly. "As I said, she has emotional problems. There's nothing wrong with her eyes. Or her memory. Her husband asked her about it and she's sure that's what the plate said."

Judy put out a paw and Renard shook it. "Thank you, sir. You don't know what this means to me."

"Just get him off the street," said the silver fox.

Thelma had been listening at the kitchen door. "I second that!"

"He's not going to hurt any more foxes," said the bunny softly. "That's a promise."