Part 5 – Clues

Judy could hear the vixen sigh in disappointment on the other end of the line.
"Your fox is right, you are no fun sometimes," she voiced.
"I can be fun when the time is right," Judy retaliated. "And NOW is not the time! Now do I have to repeat the question?"
"Not at all, Miss Business," Lucy sighed. "You're looking for the soul of a very nasty political figure that tried to force prey into becoming the slaves of predators. He was a very intelligent mammal and his speeches were quite the marvel as well. You might have heard of him in your History classes, he led quite the army across the continent back in the day."
Judy couldn't help but feel annoyed by the vagueness of the vixen's description.
"Lucy, as much as I enjoy my job, I don't have time to play detective," she growled. "Who. Am. I. After?"
"'Scar' Lyonsmane," the vixen replied.
Judy blinked.
"Who?"
"Seriously, Judes? 'Scar' Lyonsmane! Brother to Mufasa Lyonsmane? Led an entire army of hyenas to lay waste wherever they went? THAT 'Scar' Lyonsmane!"
"And you tried to have him entertain you?" The bunny asked in disbelief.
"I did say that he was great at telling speeches."
Judy groaned.
"So I'm after the mad lion that instigated the last world war?"
"Yes, and he's not mad, just a genius that's misunderstood," Lucy defended.
"This coming from The Devil herself," the bunny deadpanned.
"Why thank you."
Judy facepawed.
"Alright, how do I find him?"
"Still have that collar on you?"
"Yes?" The bunny answered as she double-checked her pouch.
"Well it's also a tracking device; the light should blink yellow when you're near the soul. Is it blinking now?"
"No."
"Huh, better get on with your search then."
"That's the thing; I have no leads to work with!" Judy shot at the vixen.
"Geez, no need to get worked up about it."
"Would it kill you to give me something to work with?" The bunny demanded, fed up with Lucy's antics.
"This coming from the undead bunny," She teased. "Alright, I'll give you a clue. More than likely, Scar's soul will have tried to bond with the body of one of his descendants. Happy?"
"Peachy."
"Good, I'll be leaving you now," Lucy stated as she hung up.

…

Nick was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for ages when he finally saw his partner leave the gas station.
"Took you long enough," he commented as Judy hopped into the patrol car. "I had to put our friend under after he wouldn't shut up about demons and zombies for no reason."
The bunny looked in the back and saw the badger drooling onto his shoulder, tranquilizer dart still in his neck.
"Sorry you had to go through that," she apologized as she buckled up. "I needed to be thorough with getting off all that blood, I still think I missed a few spots though…"
"You know, I could help you with those hard to reach places when we're done," the fox grinned with a sly gaze on his partner.
As much as Judy appreciated the thought, she couldn't let Nick see her the way she was.
"Thanks Nick, but I was thinking of taking a bath when I got home anyway," she lied, trying to sway him away.
"And who's to say I can't join you?"
Judy was shaking at the thought of Nick seeing her fatal wound, her inanimate organs, her deathly stare.
"Just… Not tonight. Okay Nick?" She feebly answered.
Dismayed, the fox stopped his advances. As he saw the little bunny shivering, he couldn't help but wonder what he did wrong.

…

"Hey Nick, would you mind taking care of the processing?" Judy asked as they brought Mr. Baggins into the precinct lobby.
"Seriously Carrots?" The fox replied with concern. "That's your second favourite part of the job and I already took care of the first."
"Please Nick?" She begged. "I have some more important things to take care of right now."
He looked at the cute face she was making; the one face he could never say 'No' to. The one where she made her eyes grow wide and shine with that gentle sparkle. This was the same, like all the others, except her eyes didn't shine. The large purple irises lay flat against the black and white, almost like there was no soul to the expression.
"Nick?" Judy asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Could you also take care of the report?" The bunny pleaded.
Nick sighed.
"Fine," he relented. "You go take care of whatever you need to do. I'll drag Mr. Drools-a-lot to Processing and write up the report."
She gave him a hug around the waist, just as cold as it felt during the arrest.
"Thanks Nick. I'll make it up to you, I swear."
As Judy ran off towards Records, Nick promised himself to keep an eye on that bunny. He had a gut feeling that something was definitely wrong.

AN: Targets acquired.