Nick flips his sunglasses on and takes a sip of his coffee as he handles the dossier on his arm. It's all here, everything concerning the disappearance of Ned Shively. At least that's what the dossier claims, Nick and Judy both know that he is pushing daisies at this point. A porcupine who met his untimely end due to the events he roped himself into. Just like Ned, Nick, too feels like he has roped himself into something he has no control over. He knows he's no detective, yet here he is alongside Judy sleuthing their way through something that has proven to be way above their pay grade. A discovery he found to be all too clear after leaving Coco Lobo's. Why no one else in the ZPD is looking further into this matter just highlights the power that Professor Rodham has over the city. To Nick, the enigma of a master criminal with deep pockets has always been a folk tale, but now he is real, and Nick's on his tail, uncertain of whether this is good for the city or just a way to get on the express line to an early funeral.

Judy seems just as chipper as she was during Leo's burial. There she is waiting in their police cruiser listening in to the police blotter for any type of crime that might give them another piece of the puzzle.

Nick slams the door on the drivers seat, "Here you go. I gave it a quick once over. No cam footage on his whereabouts for the day. Just details on his last known location since he went missing a week ago."

Judy skims through it reading all the dead ends on the page, "Last seen leaving his apartment at three pm," she closes the bare bones dossier, "I saw him leave Leo's apartment at around nine. What was he doing for those six hours?"

"What strikes me as strange is that no one has bothered to do any investigation on him. Heck, when I got this from the file cabinet it was buried deep in the back."

"We got a few bent cops in the precinct."

"Nothing we can do about that."

"You're right," Judy turns her head at the window as the cruiser rumbles to life and leaves the precinct parking garage. It's a depressing thought, to Judy, bad cops is nothing new, its more the idea that there is someone you're working with who is more interested in making some extra bucks on the side than serving the city. She tries to come up with reasons why someone would do it, maybe their family is being threatened, or perhaps it's a deep undercover stint. Despite the many loops her mind jumps to it always goes back to the thought that their are bad people in the world who are just that, bad. Even in the ZPD.

And it's during these moments of reflection that things just piece themselves together, "The Package!"

"Yea Carrots. It may very well be the thing that blows this whole thing wide open."

"His job!" She flips the dossier and shows it to Nicks face while they are cruising through traffic, "Look. He works at Readily Exports and Imports. He handles all kinds of packages on a day to day basis."

Nick clenches his neck and maneuvers his head to a place where he can see, "Carrots! Unless you want to follow up on your hunch from a hospital bed I suggest you clear my field of view."

"Oh sorry," Judy pulls the dossier back, "We don't need to find Ned. But we can follow up at his workplace. No doubt there must be someone who has something to say about his disappearance."

"Sounds like a logical step. No need to shove a dossier in my face because of it."

"It's not just that. The slogan! 'Any size or weight we'll cover you all the same."

Nick keeps his gaze at the road clearly showing that he isn't quite seeing what Judy is seeing.

"The warehouse, Nick, it's a cover for smuggling contraband into the city. That's what the package is. It was imported contraband, and we can check the logs and trace it back to the sender and the receiver."

Nick removes his glasses, "I get that. But a place like Readily receives hundreds of packages every day. We're not going to be able to single out one package."

"What if there are more than one? What if multiple packages go missing? Or are sent to the same place. All we have to do is check that one package and see what's inside."

We have a 2-1-1 going on at Tommy's Deli on Elk st.

"We'll take care of this first, than we'll go to Readily's," Nick grabs the walkie from the radio, "This is officer Wilde and Hopps in pursuit."