That night, Judy, Blake and Wayne sat in the apartment examining the pieces of evidence alongside the forensics had picked up, Blake eying the prints of the cap with a magnifying glass finding yellow and bristles.
"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."
Blake 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

"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."
The bedroom door opened. Out walked Nick in boxers, a vest and his eyes severely bloodshot. Suspicious, Judy rushed into the room to find, on the bed, on the floor, even on the dressing table, empty cans of foxlic.
"Oh, Nick," sighed Judy. "You shouldn't have to take your suspension like this."
"When unemployed," Nick staggered, holding himself against the wall, "a fox needs to realise his place."
"Which is in society," said Judy. "I'm cutting you off, now come on. I'm running you a bath."
Blake started packing and said goodnight to Judy, even calling it out to Nick who was kneeling his head into the toilet, and the rabbit left before he could see anything to make him lose his lunch.
"You shouldn't take everything Wayne says personally," said Judy kindly as she scrubbed Nick's fur. "He's just doing his job."
"Well he should see the facts that Noah is a good kid," said Nick shortly, straining his has put a paw to his head. "Heck, even Blake has his own story, the kid returning his dollar note. That proves how honest he is. Doesn't that make you think so, Carrots?"
"Of course it does, Nicky. But I have a feeling that you seem to know more than you're telling me about this case."
Nick just shook his head wearily.
"We'll find him, Nick," said Judy. "I promise."
"Not tonight, Carrots" Nick wretched. "I just want to sleep this hangover off."
For the first time she had ever done so, Judy kissed Nick on the cheek.
Nick smiled gratefully at his precious dumb bunny for the greatest strength he could muster.

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. The place wasn't altogether abandoned. Lights here and there were shining through the apartment windows - if one could call them windows. The place was grey in colour and it almost reminded Noah of the orphanage. He was almost convinced that Fury had delivered him back, but considering the sights around him, it was bound to be a lot worse than what he had already experienced and suffered.
They entered, Fury summoned the lift, they both inserted into it, waited until they were taken to their destination, and walked all the way up until they reached Number 2285.
Fury knocked, and the door was opened by Patsy. For the first time on this journey, Noah felt great relief.
"I'll take him from here," said Patsy as she pulled the fox cub towards her and shutting the door in Fury's face. Outside, Fury was cursing in Italian, as if Patsy had whacked the door right into his face. And 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 sitting with his feet on the table a blowing from a cigarette. He sat straight and burned the butt into the ashtray. He glared darkly at the fox cub.
"Here, now," he said to Noah.
As he advanced towards Stripes, Noah noticed around the room, nunchucks, different sized knives and other weapons hanging on the walls. He walked cautiously up to the tiger who drew out a pistol.
"We are going a little trip tonight; you, me and a few others. To reinforce you will be on your best behaviour, I'm going to give you fair warning. Do you know what this thing is?" he added, pointing out the weapon.
"Yes, Mr. Stripes. It's a gun. Uncle Nick showed it to me."
"Thought as much, living with cops" Stripes replied. He dipped his paw into the ashtray and revealed a long, packet. "These are my best bullets," he explained as he opened them and placed them into the gun and cocked it. "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 while we are at work - except to me or when you are spoken to - I will shoot your brains out without question. You get my meaning?"
Noah's eyes streamed with fearful tears.
"Answer or I will set off," the tiger snarled.
"Yes, sir. I understand."
Noah nodded, and ran back to Patsy hugging her legs.
"Only a cub," said Patsy to Brent as he picked him up and hugged him with comfort. "Threatening to shoot him through head, and take chance of getting iced for it. 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 as he dipped his cigarette into the ashtray. "Give him some dinner. We can't have a cub slouching from lack of food."
As Patsy went to get a microwave chicken burger out of the fridge, Brent called "Did Fury give the bag for his muzzle?"
Patsy froze and softy said, walking up to him, "No. I think the child has gone through enough with muzzles. That orphanage -"
"HE'S NOT AT THE ORPHANAGE!" Stripes thundered at her pounding his fists on the table. "HE'S WITH US! AND HE'S A RISK OF SNITCHING ON US!"
He got up, advanced towards the cowering leopard and gashed at her face, and packed a sickening wallop onto her nose.
Noah shook in fight as he watched Patsy reveal her face, blood streaming out from her nose. He was so scared he wished that Aunt Judy and Uncle nick would burst through the door and saved him – and Patsy as well.