Detective Leopold Shultz. Badge number 8510. Case number AR1402. February 4th, 2008. Entry two.
The papers have begun calling him the Red Hoof Bandit after his latest display of arson. He even has a calling card now. A pack of matches with a hoof print on them. Thankfully no one was hurt in the fire besides ZPD's pride. Some officer a block away was too busy sipping his coffee and eating a doughnut or whatever ridiculous stereotype they think we're eating these days. He was assigned to that corner. Were he there he could've snuffed out the flames before it got out of hand. Maybe even caught the culprit, saving me the trouble. Who eats doughnuts at eleven in the evening in the first place? Doesn't matter. He's either off the force or behind a desk by now. Still though, you gotta love it when these crooks get an ego. A calling card. Ha. These matches are custom made, so I went to every printing joint in Zootopia, checked their logs, and found my guy. He's a pig by the name of Jared Hutley, it's a fake name, but it narrows it down to only one type of animal. I know Junior is crewing up for a big job, and he needs some apex mammals for it. Guess the pig wants to impress some criminal wacko by showing them that he can dance with the wolves. I think it's time to pay Coco Lobo's a visit. Let the lowlives know that he's on my radar. That oughta tighten the noose around him. Chief Bogo doesn't like me going there, he always lets his guard down around me, I swear he sounds like my wife sometimes.
Judy slips the recorder away and makes room for the carrot stew and lentil burger, "I remember this case. Stanley Hutfield grew up in Bunny Burrow. He went to the same school as me. Everyone was talking about him for weeks."
"I think it's great that Bunny Burrow produces such amazing pyromaniacs, but this is a recording from eight years ago. It has nothing to do with our current case."
"What about Coco Lobo's?"
"That not really our scene, Judy. On duty or off, they don't really take kindly to cops over there."
"It's our only lead."
"What about the porcupine?"
"That's just one porcupine of how many? This is a little more concrete."
It's only the evening and it already feels like this case is going to be a crawl through wet cement. Nick digs in on his burger appreciating the distraction food can provide in a situation like this. He chews slowly giving him time to think while Judy listens to the recording again. Coco Lobo's, she really wants to go to Coco Lobo's. He can't even blame it on naivety at this point. She's been on the force long enough to know what kind of place that scum trap is, and it can all be boiled down to three words. No cops allowed.