Chapter 3.
Fox swiped the keys off the counter and headed back to the door—lifting his hood to cover him from the rain—when the phone beeped its oblivious and cheery melody once more.
It was Katt.
Fox felt all the breath leave his lungs as he stared at the screen. Uh-oh…not Falco again.
"Hey, Katt, what's up?"
"Hon, when I find Falco, I'm going to strangle him."
Fox's triangular ear twitched. He had never heard Katt so angry before.
"What about him, Katt? Do you know where he is?"
"No. I'm over at his apartment."
"What are you doing over there?"
"Same thing as you, hon—looking for Falco ever since Slippy called me."
Fox rolled his eyes. "Katt, don't indulge him. Falco's probably hanging out with his friends."
"Well, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when I see him next. Did you know he took out a loan with me two months ago? He said he needed some money to get a repair done on his car, and I said yeah, how much do you need? Well, the same day he got the money he spent it on whiskey. Idiot didn't even throw away the receipt."
Fox's heart leapt up in his throat. Slippy was right. Krystal was right. This is bad.
"Fox?"
"…You know what, Katt? Let me get back to you. I need to make another phone call."