"Fast forward a little bit," Judy told her co-worker as they both peered at the monitor. "She said it was after school, so probably around 3:30."

Judy and Fangmeyer had hurried back to the precinct after questioning the former Mrs. Terrence Wiskberg. Judy wasted no time finding Francine, and the two of them began digging through the surveillance camera footage at the train station. Fangmeyer had split up from them to avoid being seen in the precinct as a group. Judy asked Clawhauser to keep a sharp eye on Bogo's desk to make sure they would know if he left his office, on the off chance that he stumbled across the two of them conducting public espionage.

"We're looking for two ocelots, right?" Francine asked.

"Yes, mother and child. She'll probably be wearing something fancy since it was a Friday afternoon," Judy said. While she did not share Chelsey's taste in fashion and couture, it would make it easier to spot her in a crowd. That was the whole idea of expensive clothing, after all.

"Try the other platform," Judy said, scratching her chin. Francine tapped the keyboard and the screen flashed to the next camera over, showing tracks three and four. The platform was packed with wayward mammals heading to and from various places. A few were hugging and greeting loved ones while others were exchanging goodbyes.

"A little further forward," Judy suggested, and they forwarded the footage by ten minutes. A new train was at the station boarding, and Judy finally caught what they were after.

"There!" she said, pointing to the spot where an ocelot was holding her son's paw in one hand and her smartphone in the other. "Ok, hit play."

Francine tapped the keys again and they both watched as the seemingly preoccupied mother guided her son towards the train. She took one glance up, confirming the train, track number, and timing before kneeling down to her son's level. They talked for a moment, likely going over what he needed to do once he got on the train. She pointed to her cheek, and her son leaned up onto his tiptoes and gave his mom a quick kiss before heading towards the open doors of the train with his backpack buckled on tight.

"Pause it there," Judy said, and Francine tapped the spacebar with her trunk. "Show me all the cameras in the building at this timestamp."

With a few keystrokes, the screen split up into 12 frames, each containing a frozen image of the crowd at the train station in various locations. The screens were likely a little small for Francine to really see any details, but to Judy, each image was larger than the TV her family shared back at the Burrows. Her eyes quickly darted from one image to the other, scanning each for anything suspicious.

"What are we looking for?" Francine asked sheepishly.

"Terrence bought that ticket for his son. If you were going to set bombs off in a public place, what would you do first?" Judy asked.

"I'd make sure my loved ones were safe," Francine said, nodding.

"Exactly. And since our informants have described him as nervous, I bet you he would need to see it for himself," Judy reasoned, moving on to the next camera. There was also the chance that he trusted his ex-wife to handle the simple job of getting her son on a train, but she doubted Chelsey could be described as reliable. What was more likely, and it pained her to think about it, was that Nick had shown Terrence the same footage she was currently looking at as a way to gain his trust. He did, after all, steal credentials for the traffic cameras.

"Is that him?" Francine asked, pointing to the screen on the bottom right corner with her trunk. Judy focused in on the spot and noticed a predator leaning over the balcony that overlooked both platforms. He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, which was suspicious on a hot day, but he was faced away from the camera.

"Play it."

Francine hit play and they watched as the hooded figure looked out over the crowd. Chelsey was already on her way out of the station before the train had set off. More passengers continued to wander onto the train as the conductor called the train's destination and departure time.

"Hopps, something's been bugging me about this guy," Francine said as they both watched the scene play out.

"What's that?" Judy asked, not tearing her gaze from the screen.

"This Terrence guy, he bought chlorine from Nick's informant, right?" Francine asked, and Judy nodded. "Well, I was on Zoogle earlier looking at how chlorine bombs are made. They're pretty common for science classes to get kids interested in chemistry, but they are not that explosive. Even with a load of the stuff, it wouldn't be as powerful as the bomb they set off in Griño."

"Yeah," Judy remembered. "That was my reaction as well. My brothers made one when we were kids out of a plastic bottle, and all it did was pop like a small firecracker."

"Granted, it might still be dangerous if they get enough. But if Pumar's buyers are paying big money, then they won't take anything less than C4 or something similar."

"Maybe Nick is planning to con the terrorist organizations with a cheap dud rather than a risky plastic explosive," Judy guessed. Francine certainly had a point, and she doubted even Nick would be bold enough to swindle terrorists with a mammal like Pumar looking over his shoulder. However, her attention at that moment was not on chemistry, but rather the hooded figure on the screen. Even if Terrence was in on the scam, the possibility of blowing up his own son was probably too risky for him to leave to chance.

The train doors finally closed, and a moment later the train began to move. The hooded predator watched the train depart for a few seconds before turning to leave. Judy saw his eyes shift from side to side as he made his way through the crowd.

"That's him!" Judy exclaimed. The face on the screen was definitely the same as the one in the photo she carried in her pocket. He walked with purpose towards the exit of the train station and out of the camera's view. "Follow him."

Francine switched cameras again, and this time they watched as Terrence walked out of the station and towards the pickup area where cars and cabs waited to take mammals into town. He made his way towards the edge of the curb and, as if the timing were synchronized, a black sedan drove up to the curb and the door opened up for him. He got in and the car immediately drove off. Francine switched to another camera as the car made its way through downtown. Judy waited until they could find a good angle to see who else was with Terrence.

"Stop there!" she nearly shouted, looking at the screen with wide eyes. The car was in the middle of a dense intersection, and both occupants were clearly visible. The passenger was Terrence while the driver was Pumar.

"That's our mountain lion," Judy realized.

Victor Pumar looked none too pleased about chauffeuring Terrence around town. His scowl was visible even with the shoddy resolution from the traffic camera. But if Terrence was his supplier, then he could easily strong-arm the wanted terrorist into helping him make sure his son was safe. No Nighthowlers, no bombs, no money.

"Let's see where they went," Francine said, hitting play again.

They continued to follow the car as it snaked its way through downtown and up towards the southern parts of the city. Judy could catch glimpses of Pumar from time to time as they drove along. Something about his glare disturbed her, even though he was simply driving. His eyes were piercing and his paw gripped the steering wheel as if it were holding something of value to him.

It took a moment for her to realize it was disgust she was seeing on his face. Perhaps Terrence was talking his ear off or the car stunk of something fowl, but Judy couldn't help the feeling that Pumar was disgusted by the city he was driving through.

"They're heading to the Docks," Francine noted, leaning forward in her chair. "The cameras are either broken or nonexistent out there. We might lose them soon."

Scat. This was likely no accident. There were plenty of areas of the city not covered by the traffic cameras, but Nick would know exactly where each of those would be. She watched as they took one turn down Iris Boulevard, and Francine tapped the spacebar with a sigh.

"That's as far as we go," she said sadly. Judy was disappointed she could not see more, but there was still plenty to work with from what they found.

"Run the plate," she said confidently as she jotted down the number on her notepad. Francine quickly switched her applications from the traffic cameras to the automotive registry and pulled up a query page. Judy read the plate number aloud and Francine fired the number into the system. They got their answer in seconds.

"Registered black sedan to a John S. Cooper. The address listed is right in that area," Francine stated.

"John S. Cooper," Judy pondered, putting a paw to her chin. There was nothing particularly suspicious about a simple name, but a sedan being registered to a mammal they had not heard about did not sit right with her. "Hmmm. What does the 'S' stand for?"

Francine quickly pulled up the owner's profile and found the full legal name in the corner.

"Slick?" Francine said, raising her eyebrow. Judy's eyes shot open, and she could not fight back a smile as she gazed at the screen.

"That's Nick! He must have pulled some strings to get that car registered in a fake name at the DMV. You're positive the address is in that neighborhood?" she asked Francine frantically.

"It's just a few minutes from where we last spotted the other two on the cams," the elephant confirmed.

"This is it! Nick has led us right to him and he's got Pumar and Terrence in the building!" Judy exclaimed, giving an excited hop before reaching for her phone and dialing Wolford's number. It rang three times, and each felt like an eternity for the bunny.

"Talk to me, Hopps," he said a moment after he picked up.

"Wolford, are you with the ZBI?" she asked quietly.

"No, they relieved me and Grizzoli after lunch," he said.

"Do you have non-lethals on you?"

"Only my tranq and the taser with a few cartridges. No armor or riot gear."

"That'll work. We got a hit on our fox. Meet me and Fangmeyer at the top of Iris Boulevard near the docks. What's your ETA?"

"Uhm . . . I'd say 12 minutes, but 4 minutes if I come with the lights and siren on," he said.

"No sirens, we need to keep them surprised. We'll meet you then."

"Now we're cooking with gas!" Wolford exclaimed, and Judy hung up the phone.

"Keep your radio ready," Judy told Francine as she began to make her way out of the cubicle.

"Wait, shouldn't I go too?" Francine asked, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on them.

"There is still a chance they're not there, so we can't risk having the whole team in one place so the ZBI doesn't get suspicious. Even if they are there, I'm sure we can handle them," Judy replied with a confident smile.

Judy had not felt so gleeful in days. She knew where Nick was, she knew who was with him, and they had no idea she was coming. The best part was that the ZBI was none the wiser. All she needed to do was catch two perps and bring Nick in, which was nothing she could not handle, especially with Wolford and Fangmeyer. The hard part then would be clearing his name, which she hoped he had a plan for. She smirked and furrowed her brow.

That fox better have a good reason for this mess.

Judy checked then rechecked her belt. She had her tranq on one hip and a police-issued taser on the other. Her cuffs, light, radio, phone, and Kevlar vest were all where they needed to be. Her two teammates stood on either side of her, checking their own equipment by their respective cruisers. Once they were all satisfied that their gear was in order, they huddled around Judy's car.

"We don't know for sure that they're in there," Judy began, "so we can't call for backup until we know they are. Fangmeyer, that'll be your responsibility. Wolford, if we don't see anyone, we'll need your nose to go to work."

"What if they are in there?" Wolford asked.

"Then they won't see us coming. Pumar and Wiskberg should be considered armed and lethal, but it's four on two so we can play this by the books."

"Four?" Fangmeyer asked.

"That's assuming Nick is in there with them. If he's not, don't save your darts. We need them both in cuffs, not necessarily conscious."

"What happened to 'by the book'?" Wolford asked with a skeptical eyebrow.

"Agent Savage said himself that 'by the book' for terrorists means shoot first, ask questions later. Only difference here is we won't be firing bullets," Judy explained. "The door is open so we won't need to breach. Watch the corners and stay sharp. You guys ready?"

Wolford gave his tranq a yank and cocked it back before looking at her with a confident smile and nodding. Fangmeyer also nodded and kept her own weapon holstered. They both tuned their radios to silent and drew their flashlights. Judy nodded back with a determined look and turned on her heel, keeping close to the wall that lined the street corner. She peered around the corner at their target building and quietly assessed her options.

It was an old storage unit house only 3 floors tall. The dry cleaning store on the left side looked closed down, and the store to the other side was available for rent. She doubted there were any entrances from the buildings on either side, and the windows were barred. That left the front door and any exits in the back. Her training taught her that her perps would try to make a run for it out that way, so she would need to close those off first.

The black sedan was parked out front, and the front door swayed ever so slightly in a light breeze. Judy breathed and gripped her tranq in one paw and flashlight in the other. She turned the flashlight on, her coworkers following suit, and stepped forward silently.

They quickly made their way across the block and kept their weapons low. Before long they made it to the door and Judy threw it open. Fangmeyer took point, checking the corners. Wolford was right behind her and immediately began sniffing before Judy followed behind and looked for signs of movement. There was still plenty of sunlight in the lobby of the store, but around one corner towards the back there were neither lights on nor windows, and Judy felt jealous of her predator coworkers who could probably see much more than her.

"Clear," Fangmeyer called out from one hallway in the back.

"Clear," Wolford answered from the lobby.

"Clear," Judy said and turned back to her team. "You catch anything Wolford?"

"Nothing much. I've got some mammal in here I don't recognize, but that could just be the landlord."

"Let's hit the next floor," Judy said quietly before turning a corner towards a large metal door labeled 'stairway'. She kept her ears on a swivel, listening for any signs of movement above them. Fangmeyer grasped the door handle and swung it open. Judy pounced forward with her tranq out and aimed it up the stairs.

They made their way to the next floor, clearing it the same way they did the first. The corridors were lined with large metal doors latched with bolt locks, likely filled with dusty furniture and other assorted junk. Judy's ears stayed at attention as she swept the area.

"Got something," Wolford called out. "Smells like fertilizer."

"Could be a Nighthowler lab," Fangmeyer suggested, "or a gardener who keeps their extra materials in storage."

"Not picking up any Nighthowlers," Wolford said looking to Judy, who nodded back at him.

"Let's clear the third floor," she decided, and they each headed back to the stairwell. As they made their way quietly up to the next floor, Judy's hopes began to fade. She had not heard even the slightest bit of movement, and if there were three other mammals in the building, she would have at least heard them try to hide.

"Clear," Fangmeyer called out from the end of one hallway. Wolford cleared the other end and signaled back.

"Clear," Judy said, a slight twinge of defeat in her voice. She was certain they would have bumped into at least some evidence by now after clearing the building. It was not out of the question to begin searching the storage units, but if they had caught them by surprise, Wolford's nose would have picked up something.

"That car out front was the one you saw on the cams, right?" Wolford asked, keeping his tranq down.

"Yes," Judy replied, her ears beginning to droop.

"Hey," Fangmeyer said reassuringly. "They're not here, and that's ok. We thought that might be the case. We'll tear this place apart until we find something else to go on."

"I know," Judy said, crossing her arms over her chest. A setback did not mean the case was over, and she had plenty to search through before the day was out. She turned and holstered her tranq. "Let's start with the car and work our way up the floors."

Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Judy carefully brought her phone out and eyed the new message from Clawhauser on the screen.

*TURN ON YOUR RADIO* it read.

Judy nearly jumped and fumbled about for the radio on her hip, scrambling to twist the volume knob until it clicked. At first there was a hectic static, drawing the attention of both Wolford and Fangmeyer. After a brief moment of continued static, she heard the uncharacteristically frantic voice of Agent Savage.

"Repeat, all nearby units, respon~~" his voice called out before being lost to static. "Suspect is a fox ~~~ red motorcycle. We believe the fox to be connected with known terrorist Victor Pumar. Suspect was last seen fleeing custody at ~~~ fourth and Oasis."

Judy nearly dropped the radio trying to hitch it back to her hip. Her eyes were wide, and her ears stiff as boards.

"That's Nick!" she cried. "Let's go!"

"Hold on," Fangmeyer exclaimed, but Judy was already halfway down the stairs with Wolford right behind her.

"Hopps!" Wolford shouted, having trouble keeping up with her.

"I'll take my cruiser!" she shouted over her shoulder as she zoomed back across the block to where her cruiser was waiting for her. Her radio continued to call out for backup as their location updated every few seconds.

"He's headed west! Let's cut him off downtown!" Judy said again before leaping into her cruiser and firing the engine up loudly. She mashed on the siren button and her car lit up before tearing down the road. She could see in her rearview mirror her coworkers making their way into their respective cruisers and firing their lights up too.

"This is Officer Hopps! I'm on Iris Boulevard en route to intercept!" she shouted into her radio.

Her car's engine continued to roar as she swept through one intersection after another. Each car in front of her began to slow and pull over for her as her siren continued to wail. Her cruiser darted up each road and screeched around the corners as she made her way back uptown towards Savannah Central.

"Suspect is turning left