"What?" Wyoming's shocked mew echoed around the cell for several moments.
Carmelita frowned. "You poor thing, I'll explain it to you. Sly Cooper had just stolen a priceless vase from a local aristocrat. Of course, I was on his tail, chasing him down for the capture. Sly Cooper took a side route, hoping to loose me.
"Meanwhile, your father was on his way home from work. I don't know if he told you, but he'd recently gotten fired and to have enough money to feed you, he was working late. He was walk home from work, expecting to see is little boy, tuck him into bed, and protect him. He walked through the side route Sly Cooper took; it's a short cut to your own house.
"Cooper was on the run, and nothing would stop him. Your father was in the way. And any one in the way did not deserve their life. Sly Cooper shoved your father down the stairs of the café patio they were on, and your father fell down and broke his neck. This is what killed him. And did that bother Sly? Not in the least. Sly Cooper killed your father, ruined your life. He made you an orphan. And then he took you in, and left you when you fell on a heist. He left you. You do know you're going to juvenile hall until you come of age. Then you'll be sent to jail for the rest of your life."
Wyoming has appalled. Sly wasn't like that! Or… was he?
"You'll be going to court tomorrow for this. The juvenile court had an opening due to a last minute continuation, and I book it the instant I got back. There is no way you will be prove innocent."
Wyoming hung his head, defeated. The fox stood and walked over to him, un-cuffed him, and sent him to his cell. It was the more comfortable of all, for he was just a kid stuck in a nightmare. She felt bad for him, to be honest, but if he was a Cooper, he was no good.
"Get your sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day for you."