Before he knew what had happened he sat in the police car, the lights of the siren blinding him at first, and a pretty fox stepped into the car to drive. He recognized her from Sly's description of Carmelita. She was muttering something about it stupid ringtail, children, and the electric chair. Wyoming gulped nervously as she took off behind the other police cars.
The didn't speak the whole ride to the InterPol.
Once they were there, Wylie's Cooper Cane was examined, and found to be made of the same metal as Sly's. There were two Coopers?
After a bit, Carmelita circled Wyoming in her interrogation cell. She'd probed him, but he'd told her no more than his name: Wylie Cooper.
"Listen kid," She snarled.
"My name's not kid, it's Wylie."
"Listen, Wylie, do you know why you're here?"
"Because I robbed a museum."
"And what do you think we're going to do to you?"
Wylie took not a moment to hesitate. "Nothing. Do you know why?" He continued on without letting her speak. "Because Sly will save me."
Carmelita utter a dry, cruel laugh. "Sly will do nothing of the sort. Tell me, Wylie Cooper, how did you come upon Sly?"
Wylie paused. "He found me in an alley, I was crying-"
"Why?"
"Because I just found out my dad was-"
"Dead?" Carmelita barked, turning sharply.
Wyoming stared at his paws as if they would magically save him.
"Do you know why your father is dead?"
Wyoming looked at her. Confusion was sketched across his face as he stared at the orange fox.
"Your father is dead, because Sly Cooper killed him."