SNAP
“C-Carrots? I don’t feel so good . . .”
Judy looked from the coffee mug she was refilling in the precinct’s breakroom to the fox beside her, the smart remark dying on her lips as he turned to ashen dust before her eyes. Her mug shattered on the floor. “NICK!”
“Hopps, what—”
Delgato turned to ash and drifted away across the breakroom, Francine beside him following moments later. Judy couldn’t find her words as she backed away, out of the room, out into the ZPD foyer. All around, mammals were crumpling to dust, cops and civilians alike. Bogo. Clawhauser. McHorn. The Ottertons, come to identify Weaselton as their store’s vandalizer.
It ended with as little warning as it began, leaving mammals weeping, desperately calling loved ones on their phones, Wolford trying to organize the remaining officers. Judy, her smartphone ringing, finally found her voice. “Oh God . . .”