That night, Nick, Judy, Blake and Wayne sat in their office examining the pieces of evidence, Blake eying the prints of the cap with a magnifying glass finding yellow and bristles.

"Forgive me," he said "but it seems like fur from a leopard and a tiger."

"So let's put that in," said Judy. "Until we know their specific names, every tiger and leopard in Zootopia is a suspect."

Nick got out a notebook and jotted down the following pieces:

Evidence:

Junior Ranger Scout Cap

Fox Fur

Tiger Fur

Leopard Fur

Suspects:

Unidentified Tiger

Unidentified Leopard

"There's also the possibility of them dancing about for joy that they think they have the right copies of Bogo's files?" suggested Wayne.

The fox and two rabbits looked at him.

"What exactly are you talking about?" said Blake.

"I placed them on the ground to test his honesty and there is a good chance I might be right."

Next thing he knew, Nick walloped him in the eye.

"You were willing to get him in trouble?! He's only five for the love of blueberries!"

"Well, you're the one who let him go on his own!"

"You're right there but I didn't want him to hear about my suspicion of him being son of my ex-girlfriend! A five-year-old cub and is in danger with two other predators obviously stronger than him!"

"He refused any names, remember!" thundered Wayne.

"STOP IT!" screamed Blake.

Nick and Wayne looked at each other and Wayne looked back at Nick. He stormed to the door and opened it. He turned back to them saying "If that kid is found and proven honest, I'll eat my own snout!"

He slammed the door behind him.

"Who needs him?" growled Nick.

"Noah said that he met a leopard who he helped. She said she would repay him - but then Clawhauser said she wanted to help him when he got framed for stealing the Dalmatian's purse. This might lead somewhere but the leopard is still a suspect."

"But maybe she was trying help him," suggested Blake. "After all, she did come here and any criminal would be smart enough to stay away."

"You do have a fair point, Blake," admitted Judy. "But I'm afraid that will have to be listed with the other suggestions to the mystery. Another chance is they were both, attacked. But we only have Noah's cap as the biggest chunk of evidence we can garner so far."

Nick was sitting on a chair by the desk. Just and Blake looked at his saddened expression.

"Why don't you go and order Nick a hot chocolate, Blake?"

"Affirmative."

Blake left the office for the errand.

Judy sat next to Nick.

"You shouldn't take everything he says personally," said Judy kindly. "He's just doing his job."

"Well he should see the facts that Noah is a good kid," said Nick shortly. "Heck, even Blake has his own story, the kid returning his dollar note. That proves how honest he is."

"We'll find him, Nick," said Judy. "I promise."

For the first time she had ever done so, Judy kissed Nick on the cheek.

Nick smiled gratefully at his precious dumb bunny and tickled the side of her neck making her giggle.

Noah's paw was gripped tightly by Fury as they entered the taxi. It was ten in the night and Noah had a dreaded feeling for what was going to happen tonight. His muzzle was placed into a bag to make things look innocent while soon he will probably not look so innocent.

When they arrived, Fury payed the driver and he guided Noah through an alleyway with drunken bums sleeping, three female cats smoking and was greeted with a high, abandoned hotel.

They entered and walked all the way up until they reached Number 2285.

Fury knocked and the door was opened by Patsy.

"I'll take him from here," said Patsy shutting the door in Fury's face. Noah realised he still had the bag contains the muzzle so he thought maybe that was one positive part of the task.

"I'm sorry I accused you," said Noah to Patsy. "I was so scared and angry."

"I should be sorry, pumpkin," said Patsy kneeling down his level. "I should have stood my ground."

"Sympathy later," growled the voice of Stripes. He was standing over them, glaring at the fox cub.

"The corner, now," he said to Noah.

He followed the tiger to a nearby desk. The tiger sat and drew out a weapon Noah has never seen in his life.

"We are going a little trip tonight; you, me and a few others. Do you know what this thing is?"

"No, Mr. Stripes."

"It's what you call a gun," he explained.

He opened is drawer and revealed a long, packet. "There are bullets," explained as he opened them and placed them into the gun. "Now, this thing is loaded."

"Yes, sir," said Noah.

Brent pulled him forward and placed the gun to his forehead.

"If you speak a word to anyone we are at work - except for me or when you are spoken to - I shoot your brains out without question. You get my meaning?"

Noah nodded, and ran back to Patsy hugging her legs.

"Only a cub," said Patsy to Brent. "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar."

"You'll catch flies if you speak back at me again, my girl," Brent growled. "Give him some dinner. We can't have a cub slouching from lack of food."