Nick's escape went surprisingly easily. He had no idea if he had his Boss or his luck to thank, but he wasn't complaining. As soon as he managed to get out of sight, he drove into a hidden alley. At the police, they usually set up a quadrant in situations like this. It's a zone search, near the last seen location, in the hope to spot the criminal and start the chase again.

Waiting there, he planned his way back. As he had no other idea where to store the car he decided to just drive it back home. He will have to rent a garage, if he doesn't want to get too much attention, he knew that. A Mustang going back to his house during midnight would most likely draw a lot of unwanted attention. Some of his neighbors might even report him because of being suspicious.

So searching for a rentable garage on the outskirts will be his first thing to do tomorrow. Actually, pick up his payment first and THEN go search for a garage. Now he was 100% sure he would receive his money. If they want the mammal they want to fool to get back for a higher skate race, they will pay the first winned race. Nick pulled up his phone and called his boss, who picked up within the first 3 beeps.

"Wilde here." He started

"Report." The buffalo got immediately to the point.

Straightforward as always, huh? Nick thought to himself, and decided to pull a bit on his boss' nerves "Yeah, It's nice to hear from you too, how was your day so far?"

"Wilde for…" Bogo sighed "Just tell me what you managed to discover, will you?"

"Well, I won the race, that's good for a start." Nick began "but I have a feeling that it was just a bait. You know, to go back for more."

"Acknowledged. Anything else?" The distorted voice of the chief asked him

"I've met a rabbit who might know more about how things are going around here. I'll meet him tomorrow at 10 am. Flock street. Would you like me to bring him in? He might be some small fish in this whole racing world, but who knows? He might also have valuable info."

"No. At least not yet. We have to see how much he knows. If we catch him, you might compromise your cover for nothing. As you said, he might be just a small fish."

"Okay, so what's next?" Asked Nick

"Keep going. Try to get more information about this rabbit, this is our best bet right now. Any small detail can be helpful." Said Bogo

"Will do. Also one more thing…" Nick stopped. He wanted to let his boss know about the police radio, he saw in the paws of that rabbit but he had no idea how to do it. How would you tell someone that one of his officers, who he would take a bullet for, is stabbing him in the back? In the end, he decided it will be best if he is just straightforward with it. "That rabbit… had a police radio. It could answer a few of our unanswered questions, like how they knew the positions of our backup units, but also gave a few more other ones, because as long as it didn't grow legs… someone had to give it to him."

A few seconds were needed for the Buffalo to fully understand what the fox just said. First, he didn't want to believe it, then he was probably running through the possible officers in his head who might have made a deal with the enemy.

"Son of a…"

Nick could already feel the anger rising with the buffalo so he decided it will be better if he holds the phone a bit further from his ears. He was right.

"DAMMIT! I'M GOING TO HAVE A FEW WORDS WITH THIS UNTRUSTABLE IDIOT. Of course, we are unable to catch any racers if someone is working against us from the inside..."

"Jep… That's about the reaction I expected." Nick muttered. And petted the phone, like it could calm the buffalo down "Let it all out chief."

The outlash continued from Bogo's part "...If the media finds this out… god, I can already see the headlines… I really hope all the comms are in place, and this is all a big misunderstanding otherwise, the next meeting won't be spent in a happy mood."

"It's never happy, more like boring most of the time," Nick added, but Bogo just ignored him.

"Someone is gonna get FIRED because of this, mark my words. Anything else I should know about?"

"No, sir Nothing more. At least Not yet. I will keep you updated."

"Good." With that, the call ended.

"Wow… Rude…" Nick said "Not even a 'Goodbye darling'" He looked at the time. It was 10:14. The race and the chase weren't too time-consuming. More like the hiding to make sure nobody was near him.

Taking another look at his phone he grinned, after spotting an unread message he didn't see before.

Carrots (10:01 PM) How are things going?

Hi mom! Don't worry we are just drinking LOTS of alcohol and taking some hardcore drugs. But the party is dead. I'll be back in 30 minutes.

Carrots (10:16 PM) Really funny Nick…

I won the first race, but I'll head back home now. This much excitement was more than enough for the first time. Also, be prepared for an angry Bogo next time you visit the ZPD.

Carrots (10:17 PM) What did you do this time?

For once I'm not the reason he is pissed off. I just told him the truth. I saw a police radio in the paws of a criminal and it's obvious that someone had to give it to him.

Carrots (10:19 PM) Are you sure it was a police radio?

I know when I see one, fluff...

Carrots. (10:20 PM) But no radio has been reported to be missing, or broken.

Well… If you want to give the radio to a criminal, I think you want to leave behind as few traces as possible. I guess our buddy thought he could sneak one out without anyone noticing it, and sneak it back when the racing fewer ends. The joke is: It worked so far.

Carrots. (10:23 PM) But who could be working against us? There is no way… Unless...

Carrots (10:24 PM) Can you bet on races?

I'm not sure. There might be a chance for that on big races. Why?

Carrots. (10:25 PM) I'm just wondering.

Carrots (10:25 PM) I mean I can't really think of anyone who would do that.

Carrots (10:26 PM) But since you saw that radio, with your eyes there is a possibility.

Wow… You are rambling within text. You know you don't necessarily have to write down all your thoughts, right?

Carrots. (10:28 PM) Sorry. So what I wanted to say was… Someone might want to get a bit of additional income by helping that guy, and betting on him for races.

I don't think so. First of all, he wasn't racing. That radio guy was just there, informing us. So if our colleague wanted to bet on him it was a horrible choice.

Second, how would a police radio help him actually win races? I don't know fluff, if someone did give it to him, I doubt it was for income-raising purposes. More like blackmailing or something.

Carrots (10:31 PM) You are right. I will dig myself into it more when I'll be back on duty, but right now I'm useless. I'll try to get some sleep because I've been up for 42 hours straight. Goodnight!

Sleep tight.

Judy didn't even see Nick's last message, she became offline as soon as her last text went through. Nick still looked at Judy's Last message. She'd been up for almost 2 days just to help him out with racing tips. Seems like I do have a second mother. Nick chuckled at this thought and after a quick look around, he made sure no cop car was in sight and slowly drove home.

He was never the worrying type, but to be honest he never had to worry about anything. They always had everything planned out with Finnick, to explain every part of a shady business and as long as they followed that plan, everything went just fine. But when something was out of his reach, he hated that feeling. Just like the 'incident' with the carrot pen. He was just going with the flow to eventually get that pen, and leave that rabbit behind once and for all. Right now it felt almost the same. He had no idea when a siren would start ringing behind him, he had no influence in that. So all he planned was to just get home and leave the police cars behind for that night. Whenever he heard a siren in the distance his ears perked up, and he hoped it wasn't him that had been spotted.

He wasn't afraid of being caught. After a little bit of confusion, he could get off easily by asking a bit of help from the buffalo. But getting off too easily would be pretty suspicious and if someone saw it, he can be sure, he won't get closer to any crew, and the whole undercover plan can go to the bin.

So he'd rather avoid contact with any cop cars if possible. Fortunately, all he heard were weak siren sounds far away from his location, so his way back home was quite eventless. He parked the car in his garage, (First car for the first time.) And gone to bed.

The next morning he woke up more fresh than any of the days before. He woke up, had breakfast, searched for garages online, and found an okay one at the edge of savanna central, at Harbour street. He will have to do half hour of walks each time he wants to go there from his house but it was the best one to remain unnoticed. He decided to give it a visit, but first, he had a meetup to do. He left his house and headed straight to Flock street on foot.

The streets were kind of clear as the morning rush hour already ended. About five or six cars were seen at red lights, instead of thirty, and the angry horn wave was nowhere to be heard. Looking at his phone he saw, he still had a few minutes until ten o'clock so he just sat down at a bench, enjoyed the view of the park and the voice of small birds, chirping on the trees.

As he looked left, he saw a few elementary school students with their teacher standing in line for ice cream. The vixen standing behind the small stand tried her best to serve as many customers as possible within the shortest time.

The kids who had got their ice cream, were already happily chatting while eating their sugary, cold sweets while the others were still standing in line.

"Nice driving back there. I've heard you've won with several car lengths. Not bad for a rookie." A voice next to him said. The jackrabbit sat down next to Nick, with an ice cream in his paws. "But don't get too carried away. It's just the start."

"Yeah, I felt like it was a bit too easy. Almost like you've let me win. Will you up the game time?" Nick laughed at his own 'joke' and watched the rabbit's reaction, hoping he could catch an alarmed look or anything that could reassure his assumption that his race was indeed a bait one. But the rabbit just rolled his eyes, almost like he didn't expect anything else from the fox.

"Your earnings. Don't spend it all immediately." He slid an envelope to the fox while licking his ice cream "So you said you'd like to up the game. Did you mean it? I have another opportunity for you. This one will be cop-free, only you and the rivals. Pure skill show off. However, the entry fee will be a bit higher, 100 bucks."

"Wait…" Something got Nick's thoughts stuck on "How can the race be cop-free? Cops are pretty much everywhere during the night, aren't they?"

"Well…" the rabbit smiled. "Believe it or not, I have my ways to direct the cop cars somewhere else. Of course, there is always a chance that one patrolling unit crosses your path, but it will be most likely a calm race. As soon as the first reports come in about you racing, you already crossed the finish line. The question is: Are you in?"

Nick looked the rabbit up and down, then shrugged "Do I have a choice?"

"There is always a choice." The rabbit shrugged. "You can decide to quit, stay on lower stakes or… Take a bit of risk and earn more reputation. Nobody will know who you are if you keep racing for 200 bucks."

"180…" Nick tapped the white envelope "After you withdrew the tax."

"You get my point." The rabbit nodded

Hoping it would be the perfect time to get known to the rabbit a bit more, he asked "It would be a bit easier if I knew your name. Or at least something I can call you by."

The hare gave a small chuckle "You can call me Jack. Not my real name obviously. You need to be careful when you meet a lot of faces daily, and you need to be even more careful with who you trust. No offense. It has nothing to do with your species."

"Couldn't have said it better myself. So Jack huh? Like the Spawrrow or the Savage?"

Jack's grin grew even bigger "I'm surprised you've seen the savage movies. Another educated fellow. Yeah, my name choice might or might not be connected to the savage movies." Jack stood up, or more like hopped off the bench they were sitting on, and took another questioning look towards the fox. "So? What's gonna be? Joining or not?"

After a bit of thinking, Nick made his choice. "You can count me in." If it's their plan, so be it.

"Good." Jack nodded and threw the paper he got next to the ice cream, into the trash. "Starting line will be on Clover street, at 10:15 Pm. Don't be late, only if coppas start chasing you. Don't bring the party alright? We'll make our own. One more thing. If you plan on running on the streets for more than two races, buy a phone. You don't need to buy a hyper one but do buy a phone."

"Why? I have a ph…" Nick started

"Yes I'm sure you do," Jack interrupted immediately, with his paw raised. "But you don't want to give your real phone number to a stranger, would you? You gotta be careful with your identity, especially when the cops are on you. So buy a phone." He turned back one more time, before going his own separate way. "I like you so far Big Mouth. Let's see if you could keep up with the others. Let's just say, if you win this next race, you'll leave someone more than impressed." With that, he left the park. The fox sat on the bench while looking at his envelope. 180 dollars, just as promised.

He finally managed to get a name and seems like his suspect is a Jack savage fan. Well, not exactly world-shaking clues, but something to start with.

He pulled up his phone and messaged Judy. He had a few things he wanted to discuss in person, but the main reason was that he wanted to meet with her.

Awake? (Sent 10:09 AM)

He waited a few minutes for the indicator to change into 'Seen' and potentially receiving an answer but it remained in the 'Sent' stage. Nick wasn't surprised. Judy usually tends to sleep until the afternoon after being awake for 2 days. Plus she had time to sleep, as it was still her 'forced' day off.

His talk with the garage owner was pretty one-sided. The giraffe told him everything he had to know, starting with saying he doesn't care what Nick was doing with the garage as long as he keeps paying the rent. Almost like he knew why Nick needed the garage. Normally, he would show his badge and have a bit of talk with the giraffe about how every civilian should help the police officers in times like this, but now he was grateful he could count on the owner's discretion. Right after they dealt with the paperwork and received the keys he spotted Judy's answer.

Carrots (1:23 PM) Just woke up. What's up?

Can we meet?

Carrots. (1:24 PM) Sure. But somewhere private. I don't think your racing buddies would take it lightly if you show up with a cop by your side.

The resting place on the mountain? Nobody uses that road since the highway has been built. It's so abandoned it could be a scene of a Z category horror movie.

Carrots (1:26 PM) As long as we don't stay until midnight and do some demon summoning ritual, I think we will be fine. But in case we do, I will still have a handsome fox by my side who has a natural built-in night vision goggle.

You do know that it isn't a night vision goggle, right? I still can't see anything in total darkness, I need light of some sort. So no cave diving, at midnight with a demon on our tail. Got it?

Carrots (1:27 PM) See you at the resting place in 1 hour. Sounds good?

1 hour is good.

AN: A bit less action filled chapter, but don't worry, there will be more races.

One slight announcement. From now on, I will only approve english comments. I'm really sorry about this, but recently I've received tons of spanish ones. They were supportive comments of course and I loved reading them (After our good friend, google translate did the work for me, of course) but I don't want the comment section to be flodded with foreign languaged comments. Ti sem szeretnétek ha minden egyes alkalommal le kéne fordítani magyarról angolra ezeket a jegyzeteket. so yeah. I do appreciate the support, and I love reading comments so keep them coming. (In english, preferably. Or heck even in hungarian. I would have no problem with that. :D)

See you in the next chapter. Bye for now.