Peter walked into the Daily Bugle the next day with some shots of the outside of the comic book store where Spider-Man had met the cop. Jameson was very pleased with these photos, as the story was on the front page. "Standard freelance is fine, J.J. They're good, not spectacular like my usual work." Peter gloated. Jameson raised an eyebrow as he made out a check. "Modesty would be nice from you, Parker." He groaned. Peter looked at the zeroes on the piece of paper. Though there weren't as many as he'd like, he kissed it.

"Pete!" He heard someone call as he made his way for the elevator. He turned around. "Betty Brant! What's up?" "Nothing much, Pete. This came for you, though. It's from the NYPD. Is everything okay?" "What? Oh, yeah. I just…uh…I was at the comic book store when the police arrived there last night. They said they'd get back to me. Guess this is it." Betty smiled. "Pete, are you busy tomorrow night? Maybe you'd like to come over for dinner!" Peter smiled, and thought. Kimberly hadn't called him yet. Ah, what harm could it do? They were just friends. "Sure Betty," He nodded. "That'd be nice!" "Tomorrow at six, my place." Peter nodded again, and smiled. She smiled back and walked back to her desk.

A little later that afternoon Spider-Man sat on a rooftop opening the small envelope with the words NYPD printed in dark letters. It was from that officer! I guess that he did find something! I wonder what? Spider-Man thought as he read.

"To Mr. Man,

It seems that the hair found in the comic book store did contain DNA. The thing is, it was very unclear. It was half…mutated. Due to the mutation of the genetic material, The NYPD was unable to find the DNA of the non-mutated material. If you know any mutated dogs, I expect you to be out in action very shortly.

-Officer Anthony Smith

Officer 'Squirt'"

So, it was mutated! Spider-Man said. Hrm…nothing rang a bell. Maybe he should reply to Officer Smith, get more info. As he thought more and more, it grew darker and darker. By six o'clock Spider-Man snuck into the Daily Bugle offices when it was a lunch break. No one was really there, and Jameson's office was locked and dark.

Spider-Man made his way into the office, of course, and used Jameson's computer. That way Peter couldn't be found as Spider-Man through handwriting.

"Officer Squirt,

I don't know any mutated dogs right off the bat. There's got to more to this then we know. I'm going back to 'investigate', but I'm really just interfering and medalling. I'm good at that.

Mr. Man"

Spider-Man printed out the letter after doing 'spell check' over three times. Hey, he's a super hero. Not an English teacher. Spider-Man webbed up Jameson's chair and computer monitor before leaving.

Spider-Man hopped over to the police head quarters that Officer Squirt-Anthony Smith- was from. He placed it on the chief's desk and hopped back out the window. Spider-Man then went to the comic book store. He ducked underneath the 'police line-do not cross' caution tape. No cops had seemed to be there in a while, but someone else had.

There was more dog hair, and packages of newly delivered cocaine was stacked up and, in some cases, torn open by what looked like claws. Spider-Man couldn't believe it. He looked at the floor, and at the walls and other things in the storage room. There were claw marks and prints all over, and things were broken. It looked like a fight had broken out here!

"Holy fucking moose piss!" He exclaimed. "What the hell happened here?" "Freeze!" Spider-Man heard. He turned around. "Officer Squirt? That you?" He asked, unable to see in the darkness. "Who?" Okay. So it wasn't Officer Squirt. "No! James! But down the gun! He's okay!" Another offer came into view. "Squirt?" Spider-Man asked, hands still up. "The one and only!"

Spider-Man sighed as the officers flipped on the lights. The other officer-'James'-was awe-struck. He seemed to be in his late thirties, a lot younger than Anthony Smith. "Sorry for the startle, Spider-Man." "What startle?"

Spider-Man showed Officer Smith the claw marks and broken bins and stuff. The other officer-always having his hand on his gun-looked around. Spider-Man assured him he wouldn't need firearm. "I had no idea you knew Spider-Man!" He told Smith as Spider-Man examined the open bags of cocaine.

"This didn't happen to long ago. Some of the coke that was spilt on the floor when this was torn open is wet. And, look at this!" Spider-Man picked up a piece of red stone. "What the hell?" Both officers exclaimed. Oh my god. It was a red stone. And dog hair.

"I have to go!" Spider-Man said, taking some dog hair and the piece of rock. "Wait! Web Head! What the hell?" "I just have to hurry, Squirt! Trust Me!" Squirt drew his weapon. "What's going on?" Spider-Man shot web fluid down the gun, jamming it. "Trust Me."

Spider-Man flew on his webs, unable to think clearly. He just acted, he just moved. He didn't think clearly all the way to the Daily Bugle. Only people who were working overtime were there, and Jameson. As Spider-Man entered the office, Jameson cursed and flared. Jameson threatened to call the cops or arrest him right now, but Spider-Man didn't move. "Jonah, calm down," Spider-Man said sincerely. "You need to see this." Spider-Man showed him the red gemstone piece and the dog hair. Jameson's complexion went from a raging red to completely pale.