At Queensland Police Headquarters – 200 Roma Street, Brisbane
Berry, the imposing Cane Corso, leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the digital crime file displayed on the large monitor. The case of Reuben Johansson had caught his attention due to its brutal and sudden nature.
"Let's see what we've got on you, Reuben..." Berry muttered as he opened Reuben's criminal record.
The file revealed a long list of charges: aggravated assault, theft, and even a prior murder case. Berry raised an eyebrow.
"Seems like this guy wasn't a saint either," he said to himself, scrolling further.
However, Reuben's own dark history didn't lessen the gravity of his recent murder. Berry knew one thing for certain: someone had gone to great lengths to silence Reuben.
Back at Yafie's Apartment – June 19, 2025
Yafie woke with a sharp, stinging pain in his throat. Swallowing felt like razor blades, and even speaking was unbearable.
"Jon..." Yafie croaked, his voice barely audible.
Jonathan Mark, the loyal Dachshund, hurried into the room.
"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked, concern written all over his face.
"Throat... hurts... need medicine," Yafie managed to say through the pain.
Jonathan nodded immediately.
"Got it. I'll head to the chemist and get you something. You just rest."
Yafie weakly gestured toward a set of car keys on the table.
"Use... my car," he said, referring to his silver 2016 Toyota Kijang Innova.
Jonathan grabbed the keys and set off, determined to help his friend.
At the Chemist
Jonathan parked the car and rushed inside the chemist. While searching for the appropriate medicine, he bumped into a striking couple: Honeycake Mastiff, a female Tibetan Mastiff, and her husband, Jerry Scutt, a male Akita.
"Hi, you look familiar..." Jonathan began, eyeing Honeycake curiously.
Jerry raised an eyebrow.
"Who's asking?" he said, protective of his wife.
Jonathan shook his head quickly.
"Oh, never mind. I'm Jonathan Mark," he introduced himself.
Honeycake smiled warmly.
"Nice to meet you, Jonathan. I'm Honeycake, and this is my husband, Jerry."
"Pleasure's mine," Jonathan said before explaining his purpose. "I'm just here to grab some antibiotics for my neighbor. He's sick and can't come out."
Honeycake's eyes softened.
"Poor thing... The medicine you're looking for is near the cashier," she said helpfully.
"Thank you!" Jonathan said, rushing to the indicated aisle.
He quickly found a range of medications for sore throat, flu, and fever. Grabbing what he needed, he checked out and returned to the car.
Back at Yafie's Apartment
Meanwhile, in his room, Yafie was on a phone call with his mother, Silviah Malaka, who was in Indonesia. He reassured her in their native language.
"Gak apa-apa, Bu... Aku punya teman satu apartemen yang siap sedia untuk aku. Namanya Jonathan Mark... Dia Dachshund yang paling baik," Yafie said hoarsely, pausing to swallow against the pain.
Silviah's worried voice came through the line, but Yafie continued.
"Dia juga yang bawa mobil aku waktu aku pulang dari rumah sakit... Bu, gak usah khawatir."
Just then, Jonathan returned, knocking on the door with the medicine in hand.
"Come in," Yafie rasped.
Jonathan entered, placing the medicine and a receipt on the table.
"Here you go. Take these every six hours. You'll be back on your paws in no time," Jonathan said with a reassuring smile.
Yafie nodded his thanks and turned back to his phone.
"Oke, Bu, aku harus minum obat dulu ya. Sampai nanti," he said, ending the call.
He swallowed the first dose of medicine and settled back into bed, determined to recover quickly. Over the next day, he followed the prescribed schedule, and by the evening, the pain in his throat had started to subside.
Jonathan's Loyalty
As Yafie rested, Jonathan sat in the living room, reflecting on the events of the past few days. He knew the truth about what had happened to Reuben but remained steadfast in his decision to protect his friend.
"I'll stand by you, Yafie," Jonathan whispered to himself. "No matter what."
The weight of the secret hung heavy, but their bond of trust was stronger than ever.
At Bandit's House – June 19, 2025
The Heeler household was bustling with energy as Bandit, Chilli, Bluey, and Bingo welcomed their extended family and friends for a mid-year celebration. The school term had officially ended, and it was time to let loose and enjoy the break.
Stripe arrived first with Trixie, Muffin, and Socks, carrying a tray of Trixie's famous sausage rolls.
"Bandit! Chilli! We brought snacks!" Trixie announced as Muffin and Socks raced inside to find Bluey and Bingo.
Radley and Frisky were next, followed by Adam Campbell and his family—Jill and their son, Ricky. Hamish Russell, Zoe, Jack, and Lulu arrived shortly after, along with Anthony Kelpie, Jane, and their kids, Rusty and Dusty. The party grew even livelier when Richard, Loren, and Mackenzie showed up, followed by Captain Hound and Mia Setter.
The backyard was a scene of joy: kids laughing, adults chatting, and the smell of barbecued sausages wafting through the air.
"This is the kind of break we all needed," Bandit said, flipping sausages on the grill.
"Absolutely," Stripe agreed, sipping his lemonade. "It's good to have everyone together."
The kids played games, from tag to hide-and-seek, while the adults enjoyed reminiscing about their own childhood adventures.
Meanwhile at Hoshi's Home
In his quiet apartment, Hoshi was curled up on the couch with Oliver, watching 007 James Hound: The Spy Who Barks Me . Hoshi's eyes sparkled with excitement as the famous canine spy leaped from an exploding car onto a speeding boat.
"So, you're still into James Hound?" Oliver asked with a smirk.
"Yeah," Hoshi replied, grinning. "It's my holiday tradition."
As the film continued, Hoshi's mind drifted to a memory from June 2016.
Flashback to 2016 – Sydney
It was a rainy evening in Sydney. Hoshi and his then-girlfriend, Janet Ng, walked side by side under his old, rainbow-colored umbrella. The rain tapped rhythmically against the fabric as they made their way to a small movie rental shop.
"You really love James Hound, don't you?" Janet teased, her eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, ever since I was a pup," Hoshi admitted with a chuckle. "There's something about his style and cleverness that I've always admired."
Inside the shop, Hoshi picked out The World Is Not Enough, a 1999 James Hound film. They returned to his cozy house and spent the evening watching it together.
"He's pretty cool," Janet said as the credits rolled.
"The coolest," Hoshi agreed, a content smile on his face.
End of Flashback
Back in the present, Hoshi blinked as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"You okay?" Oliver asked, concerned.
"Yeah," Hoshi said, his voice soft. "Just... remembering old times."
He glanced at the screen, where James Hound was escaping yet another elaborate trap.
"Some things never change," Hoshi whispered, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.
Despite the melancholy, the memory warmed his heart. It reminded him of how far he'd come—from his days in Sydney to building a new life in Brisbane.
At Hoshi's House – James Hound and a Dark Past
Hoshi leaned back on his couch, his eyes fixed on the screen as James Hound expertly disarmed a villain. The iconic theme music played softly in the background, but Hoshi's mind was far from the action-packed scenes. Beside him, Oliver sat quietly, sensing that Hoshi's thoughts were elsewhere.
"You know," Hoshi began, his voice low, "I wasn't always here in Brisbane. I used to live in Sydney."
Oliver glanced at him, intrigued.
"Back in 2018, everything changed. I had to move to Brisbane after losing my job. The company I worked for went bankrupt, and I didn't have much choice. Starting over wasn't easy."
Hoshi paused, his eyes glistening with tears.
"It's okay," Oliver said gently. "That was a long time ago."
Hoshi nodded but continued, his voice heavy.
"Janet and I moved together. We got married in 2017, in Sydney. Things were good at first, but when COVID hit in 2020, everything fell apart. A friend of mine got sick, and I... I ignored all the warnings. Janet was so worried, but I dismissed her fears."
He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly.
"One night, we argued. She begged me to take the situation seriously, but I snapped. I barked at her, told her to stop worrying. It was the worst mistake of my life. She left me the next day and filed for divorce."
Oliver's eyes widened, but he said nothing, letting Hoshi continue.
"After the divorce, I was consumed by anger and regret. I made a terrible decision... I called Leon Walker."
Oliver's ears perked up at the name.
"Leon?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Hoshi said. "I asked him to 'handle' Janet. I didn't mean for it to go that far, but... the next day, her body was found at the lookout. It was all over the news."
Oliver's mouth opened, but no words came out.
"Leon and I were both arrested," Hoshi continued, his voice breaking. "But with no concrete evidence, we were bailed out. By 2023, Leon was arrested again, but the case couldn't hold up. His henchmen took the fall, and I walked free. No charges, no closure."
The room fell silent, the weight of Hoshi's confession hanging heavily between them.
Suddenly, a knock at the door broke the tension. Hoshi stood, wiping his eyes, and opened the door to reveal Leon Walker, a towering Pitbull-German Shepherd mix.
"Hey, Hoshi. Is it okay if I come in?" Leon asked, his tone casual.
"Yeah, come on in. We're watching The Spy Who Barked Me ."
Leon stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He glanced at Oliver, giving a nod before settling into the couch.
The three of them sat together, the sound of James Hound's latest mission echoing through the apartment. But despite the film's excitement, the room felt cold, the shadows of the past lurking just beneath the surface.
June 24, 2025 – Revelation at Yafie's Apartment
The morning sun shone brightly over Brisbane, illuminating Yafie's apartment. Inside, Yafie sat on the couch, sipping his tea, his energy restored after days of battling a sore throat, fever, and cough. Jonathan Mark was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, but there was an air of unease between them.
A sudden knock at the door startled them both.
"Open up. It's Detective Harold," a firm voice called from the other side.
Yafie froze, his heart racing. Jonathan exchanged a worried glance with him before walking to the door.
As the door swung open, Detective Harold, a sharp-eyed Beagle, stood alongside Berry, a towering and imposing Cane Corso. Both had stern expressions.
"Good morning," Harold said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "We need to talk, Mr. Raihan and Mr. Mark."
Berry followed silently, his sheer size making the small apartment feel even smaller.
The Interrogation
Harold placed a folder on the table and flipped it open, revealing photos of Reuben Johansson's apartment crime scene.
"Do you recognize this man?" Harold asked, pointing to a picture of Reuben.
Yafie stared at the image, his breathing quickening. His memory blurred, but flashes of the night began to surface—a police disguise, a confrontation, a gunshot.
"I... I don't know," Yafie stammered, his voice shaky.
Berry crossed his arms, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
"Don't play games with us, Yafie. We have CCTV footage of someone matching your exact description entering Reuben's apartment that night."
Jonathan's eyes widened, but he remained silent, clutching the edge of the table.
"No..." Yafie whispered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The fragments of that night pieced together like a horrific puzzle.
"You were there," Harold pressed, his tone unrelenting. "You entered wearing a police uniform, and shortly after, Reuben Johansson was dead."
Yafie's breathing grew shallow. His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the floor.
"Yafie!" Jonathan shouted, rushing to his side.
The Truth Unfolds
Harold knelt beside the unconscious Yafie, checking his pulse. Berry stood silently, his gaze fixed on Jonathan.
"He's in shock," Harold muttered. "Let him rest for now. But this isn't over."
Jonathan swallowed hard, his mind racing. He knew the truth but was determined to protect his friend.
"I swear, Detective, I don't know anything," Jonathan lied, his voice trembling.
Harold narrowed his eyes but said nothing, rising to his feet.
"We'll be back once he's awake," Berry said, his deep voice echoing in the small space. "Don't even think about running."
As the two officers left, the door clicked shut, leaving the apartment eerily quiet.
Jonathan slumped against the wall, his hands shaking. He glanced at Yafie, still unconscious on the floor, and whispered to himself.
"What have we done?"
June 24, 2025 – Nightfall at Yafie's Apartment
The night settled heavily over Brisbane, the hum of the city muffled by the thick walls of Yafie's apartment. He stirred awake, his mind foggy but aware of the weight pressing on his chest. Across from him, Jonathan Mark sat silently, the dim light casting long shadows over his face.
"Jon," Yafie croaked, his voice raw but determined. "We can't keep this hidden forever."
Jonathan looked up, his ears twitching nervously.
"You're right," he muttered. "But... are you sure about this? If the truth comes out, there's no going back."
Yafie nodded firmly.
"I'll take full responsibility. But promise me, Jonathan—no social media. This isn't a story to be shared with the world."
Jonathan hesitated before agreeing.
"Alright. No social media. But... you're not facing this alone."
June 25, 2025 – The Confession
The next morning, Detective Harold and Officer Berry arrived promptly at Yafie's apartment. The air was thick with tension as the two officers stepped inside.
"Good morning, Mr. Raihan," Harold began, his tone neutral but probing.
Yafie stood in the middle of the room, his posture rigid. Jonathan lingered by the door, his tail flicking anxiously.
"Let's get this over with," Yafie said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
Harold motioned for Berry to close the door, ensuring privacy.
"We're listening," Harold said, his sharp eyes fixed on Yafie.
Taking a deep breath, Yafie began.
"It was me," he admitted. "I'm the one who killed Reuben Johansson."
Harold and Berry exchanged a glance but said nothing, letting Yafie continue.
"Reuben was the one who took Aulia's life," Yafie barked, his voice filled with emotion. "He murdered her in cold blood, and justice never came for her. So I took it into my own hands. It wasn't out of malice—it was justice. Justice for Aulia!"
Jonathan flinched at Yafie's outburst but remained silent.
"I wore the police disguise, broke into his apartment, and... I pulled the trigger," Yafie confessed, his voice breaking. "It wasn't an accident. I planned it because I couldn't let him walk free after what he did to her."
Berry's imposing figure shifted slightly, but his expression remained unreadable.
"You understand what this means, Mr. Raihan?" Harold asked, his tone grave.
"Yes," Yafie replied. "I'm ready to face the consequences."
The Aftermath
Detective Harold and Officer Berry carefully documented Yafie's confession, their professionalism unwavering despite the weight of his words.
"We'll need you to come with us," Harold said gently. "The law must take its course."
Jonathan stepped forward, his voice shaky.
"Wait... he didn't do it out of hatred. It was for justice. Can't you see that?"
Berry placed a massive paw on Jonathan's shoulder.
"Justice doesn't excuse taking the law into your own hands," Berry said softly. "But your loyalty to your friend speaks volumes."
Yafie gave Jonathan a reassuring look.
"It's okay, Jon. This is my burden to bear."
As Yafie was led away in handcuffs, the weight of his actions settled heavily on both him and Jonathan.
Though the law would judge Yafie, he held onto the belief that he had done the right thing for Aulia. Justice, in his eyes, had finally been served.
June 25, 2025 – Jonathan Mark's Mission
Jonathan Mark, shaken but determined, set off to make amends and take action for his friend, Yafie. His first stop was Stripe's house.
At Stripe's House
Stripe opened the door, surprised to see Jonathan standing there.
"Jonathan? What's going on?" Stripe asked.
Jonathan lowered his head, his ears drooping.
"I'm here to apologize, Stripe. About what happened at your parents' apartment… it wasn't right. Yafie's actions—though driven by pain and loss—caused chaos for your family. I'm sorry."
Stripe, though still processing the recent events, softened.
"I appreciate your apology, mate. This whole thing has been tough, but I know you're trying to do the right thing."
Jonathan thanked him and moved on to Bandit's house.
At Bandit's House
Bandit greeted Jonathan with a cautious look.
"Jonathan, what brings you here?"
Jonathan repeated his apology, explaining Yafie's emotional turmoil and the tragic chain of events.
"I'm deeply sorry, Bandit. I hope you and your family can forgive us."
Bandit nodded slowly.
"We'll find a way to move forward. Thanks for coming, Jonathan."
At Radley's House
Radley listened carefully as Jonathan apologized again, his tone filled with remorse.
"Radley, I didn't want any of this to happen. I'm sorry for the trouble caused."
Radley, ever the calm voice of reason, placed a comforting paw on Jonathan's shoulder.
"Apology accepted. Let's focus on setting things right."
The Petition for Justice
With apologies made, Jonathan turned to his next mission: gathering support to free Yafie. He met Adam William Campbell and explained his plan to start a petition.
"Adam, I need your help. We need signatures, awareness, and support to clear Yafie's name."
Adam agreed wholeheartedly, signing the petition and helping spread the word. Together, they reached out to Pat, who eagerly joined the cause.
"We'll make sure everyone knows the truth," Pat assured Jonathan.
Brisbane Rallies for Yafie
The petition quickly gained traction across Brisbane. From friends to strangers, everyone was moved by the story of a grieving man seeking justice for his lost loved one.
Hoshi and Oliver, upon hearing about the petition, not only signed but contributed generously to the cause.
Within days, the petition reached the justice system, accompanied by widespread public support and thousands of signatures.
Yafie's Release
On a bright morning, Yafie sat in his prison cell, the weight of his actions pressing heavily on his heart. A German Shepherd prison guard approached his cell, unlocking it with a soft click.
"Yafie Achmad Raihan, you're free now," the guard said with a smile.
Yafie's eyes widened in disbelief, then filled with joy. He embraced the guard, tears streaming down his face.
"Thank you… thank you so much."
Outside the correctional center, Jonathan waited in Yafie's silver 2016 Toyota Kijang Innova. When Yafie stepped out, their eyes met. Jonathan honked the horn playfully, a wide grin on his face.
"Let's go home, mate," Jonathan said as Yafie climbed into the passenger seat.
As they drove back to their apartment, the weight of the past few days began to lift. Yafie knew the road ahead would still have challenges, but with Jonathan and the support of the Brisbane community, he felt ready to face it all.