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DIRTY HAIRY By Dan 1966

Loosely based off of Clint Eastwood's Harry Callahan.

(c) Zootopia. 2016 Walt Disney Productions (c) Dirty Harry 1971 Malpaso Productions (c) Fritz the Cat 1970 Ralph Bakshe

All rights respected. Not for monetary gain and none expected. Fandom enjoyment only.

Rated R for violence, swearing, graphic depictions of death and sex.

Who's killing animals across the city of Zootopia, leaving many half eaten in their cars? To get down in the dirt, you need a cop who skirts the line between legality and criminal-ism. That's when you call in homicide inspector Fritz Catz aka "Dirty Hairy". He's Gentile and likable when he's in the Precinct house but a complete bastard out on the streets who packs a howitzer for a gun. When the offender has to be absolutely stopped overnight...Fritz is the cat for the job.

PART 8

6:39pm Day 2 Fritz and David heading for City Hall, Downtown Zootopia

Fritz got of his smart phone. "D.A. Hopps is working late. His secretary got us some time with him."

David snorted. "And we're going to trust that circle jerk of pint sized pinstripe qualified rodents and what they tell us?"

"No." Fritz replied. "We're going to do what investigation protocol tells us to do. Eliminate every potential suspect by following all leads no matter how spurious they sound. Did you honestly think that a family as large as the Bunny Hopps were all sweet, innocent hard working farmers?"

"What's the facts?" David asked.

"About 80 years ago." Fritz said. "The Hopps family split into two sides. The traditional farmers and those who thought there was no future in farming and much more lucrative benefits could be found in "Shining" and "Oil Snakery" You had Simian Hopps and his younger brother Thaddeus. Thaddeus was the one who went into "Shine and Snakery". Well....twenty seven years ago, the "Shiner" Hopps family was having a reunion of sorts and they got hit on the orders of a new comer to the criminal scene. She went by the name Anastasia Scapine, absolutely ruthless cat. She and her gang went through that party like a scythe through wheat. She didn't wipe them all out but she mowed down enough of those bunnies to take the "Shine and Snake" trade. She moved fast, hit every one of the syndicates. Then they hit back....

David. "And her? What happened?"

Fritz pursed his lips...."You didn't see that wall rug in Mister Big's play room....did you?"

David thought...."She was a cheetah?"

"She was....till they got through with her. They flew her tail from the flagpole of the Palm Hotel as a warning. We never found the rest of her."

"But why would Mister Big finger the D.A. in all this? If he's part of the Hopps clan that got hit? That was over and done with...he'd have been a toddler when the hit went down." David asked.

Fritz thought for a moment. "Because there's always been a rumor that the other syndicates knew this hit was coming but chose to lay low thinking they could make a deal with Scapine. She was rumored to be quite seductive and persuasive...till she used it to backstab all the others. We don't know if all her cronies were killed off. What we can guess as a premier is that this is a Hopps payback for being "Brutis'd" by the other syndicates and they just chose now to go "whack a mole" With so few of them...we can't rule out anything when we obtain a lead."

6:50pm Day 2 City Hall, Downtown Zootopia

"Good evening. We're here to see D.A. Hopps? He should be expecting us." Fritz said to the female Ram sitting behind the secretary desk.

"One moment please?" The Secretary said as she hit her intercom. "Mister Hopps? Those detectives who scheduled the appointment are here now."

"Send them in Miss Afghan." The voice replied.

The Gray bunny with a thick tuft of white head hair was already half way across his office as Fritz entered. "Detective Catz...been a while. I've been getting e-mails from Chief Bogo regarding this current situation of ours." Hopps said as he shook Fritz's paw. "Your partner I take it?"

"Yes Sir." Fritz replied. "Transferred from Tundra traffic division. "This is David Sweet."

"Grab some chairs." Elwood Hopps said as he walked back to his desk. "You notice I'm not big on a lot of furniture other then these book shelves. Mammals who come see me think I'm some antique dealer because I prefer good old fashioned paper to the internet. It's less prone to being full of errors." Elwood said as he sat behind his desk. "So what is the nature of your visit?"

Fritz leaned forwards in his chair. "It's about this current rash of murders. How do you want me to address you Sir?"

"Just call me Elwood, detective. This is not an official meeting. So what do you have on this case?" Elwood asked.

"Well Elwood." Fritz replied. "You must understand that every lead must be followed and any information that may contain a small amount of relevance has to be resolved. We obtained some questionable information which pointed towards you and a possible connection to this situation. We're here simply to ask you some questions and put you on record not as a mammal of interest but as a way to give you some protection. At least if questions are raised about you. The fact that you gave a deposition to law enforcement would be seen in a positive light by the community...provided you refrained from trying to obstruct progress or tip the apple cart over....if you get my meaning Elwood?"

Elwood thought for a moment...."I take it these "mammals" who gave you this information are accusing me of setting these creatures upon them for some sort of great revenge?"

Fritz frowned...." Well did you Elwood?"

Elwood leaned forwards and folded his hands on his desk...." I was six inspector...I was in the kitchen with my mother when they came. She shoved me into the kitchen garbage container, put the lid on it and then promptly got shot in the head...by one of them. My mother was also 18 days pregnant....you can imagine what they did then. Don't want your enemy's children growing up right?

"Most of my family died Detective.I guess I should be bitter after all the other major Syndicates spoke of a peaceful and profitable glorious dawn to come...decided that bunnies and their babies didn't fit the syndicate concept of co-prosperity and peaceful coexistence. So yes....I would certainly feel the temptation for some long overdue payback....except...I'm not six years old any more and even at six years old I fully understood that my father was involved in a vary dangerous and illegal business. Some come up'ings were over due for years of back and forth talk a six year old can't get out of his head."

Elwood took a sip of carrot juice and smacked his lips. "So after the funerals and a few years having to hide out with my surviving Aunt and Uncle...I swore never to be involved. I became an injury case lawyer, then a district prosecutor then ran for D.A. and yes...I did grab on too Lieutenant Hopp's coat tails to cloak my past, I admit that."

David took a deep breath...."We're all law enforcement officers here and I know I'm pretty young and haven't had a lot of street time compared to other officers but I joined to do what my badge asks me to do and what authority directs me to do and I still think we should clean the city of all these organized gangs. Mister Hopps, you're still a victim...they took your family, how can you allow these thugs to keep existing?"

"Because you can never completely get rid of them officer Sweet...unless you want Zootopia to become a city with a huge concrete wall, check point block houses and a brutal police force with military power? What kind of a city will we be left with? What if we were to give the whole population the cart blanch right to execute criminals at will? Forgo trials and go back to the days of arbitrary justice? How long before innocent mammals are butchered for just giving someone the wrong look? I share your frustration...you're a young idealistic officer with a good heart but as I said before...my father knew what he was doing was wrong. My family knew what they were doing was wrong and consequences are consequences. Their murderer suffered the same fate....you live by the gun, you die by the gun...equal and fair exchange."

Elwood rolled his chair to his own computer. "I'm going to draft a legal deposition for you Inspector Catz so you'll have it on hand. I have absolutely nothing to do with these brutal killers.

Fritz nodded. "That should suffice. What about your Aunt and Uncle? Is there anything they could offer?"

"No." Elwood replied. "And knowing them? They won't want to speak about it. It's too painful."

7:39pm Day 2 Downtown Zootopia

David closed his note book and looked at his smart phone..."Hey? How about you come back to my place and I'll cook us some some "Frisky Fajitas" and make salmon salads?"

Fritz smiled back. "Sounds good too me. Let me call the wife."

"How do you married mammals do it?" David asked. "Long hours? Extra time? The chance that one day you may not make it home? How does your wife deal with it?"

"She has short claw nails." Fritz chuckled. "She trims them so she doesn't bite them off every time the television or radio sounds. The job of having to tell the wife of a cop that her husband was killed by a car or died in a pursuit is not the job I want. I had to do it when Yani died. The look in her face, the realization that she was suddenly a widow....I don't want that job ever again, I barely held it together after that one."

David sighed..."I haven't found her yet...my perfect mate? I'm too focused on my career to go looking."

"Take good advice." Fritz said as they drove into Savanna Central. "Don't rush into it. If she's close to you in thinking and behavior? Better yet....if she's like your mother? Bingo. My wife and my mother agree on everything down to their socks. A little "old fashioned thinking" perhaps but you honestly do have a level household...until your kittens reach their teens."

8:19pm Day 2 David Sweet's Apartment Savanna Central

David passed a bottle of "Merry Otter's" Pilsner beer before returning to preparing dinner while Fritz sat at the small table near the kitchenette and admired the size of the apartment...

Not a bad "Batch'er pad" at all. This is worth more than a police salary for sure."

"Yeah it is." David replied. "I came into an inheritance from my Mom which pays around fifty percent of the monthly rent. A little planning, not pigging out and I'm not doing too bad."

Fritz pulled his note book out. "Well?.....The way I see things going after the "El Rukins" got hit is that every syndicate West and South of Tundra Town will being going deeper than moles trying not to get themselves whacked. By now, old Woundwart's got that Bowling Alley of his fortified like a K'zinti battleship. But for sure the snakes are not going to go for Mister Big or any of the big Shrews because....they can't. You have the high wall that circles the town for one thing and then you have the frost line. Snakes will recoil back from that and if they don't? They'll freeze to death before they can get half a hard slithering. So what we have to figure out is? Where too next?"

David placed the plates of food on the table..."If they could hit Tundra Town? It would be a real message." David said as he studied the road maps. "What about a truck with a warmer? The underground steam pipe heating system that runs under the streets to keep buildings, sideways and the rail station free of ice?"

Fritz shook his head in amazement...."How do you do it? Why the hell were you even put in traffic to begin with?!"

"I....loved bikes and chases give me a woodie?" David joked as he chewed on a fajita. "I'm just trying to think like these perps. A good hit on a Polar Mafia stronghold with then thinking those snakes can't get to them? Have to think of the things no one expects."

Fritz took a swig of his beer and pulled out his cell phone. "The night shift crew at "First Prinkie" have the watch now so let me call the night Chief."

9:22pm Day 2 First Precinct "First Prinky" ZPD Night Chief: Milton Zazu

Zazu flew into his office and sat atop his perch as his aide de camp, Sargent Dan'el Boone (Daniel the Baboon from Kimba the White Lion) followed behind him...

"Night incidents of crime down 13 percent, Speeding tickets reduced by another five percent...I would say that we are on a very positive role there Dan'el. If you would? Write some citations for Officers Shelly, Kerchef, Yevone, and McSwain for our next award ceremony." Zazu said as he reached for his radio on the wall which beeped behind him...

"First Precinct, Zootopia Police Department, Milton Zazu, night shift operations chief speaking?" Zazu said "chipperly."

"Now repeat that five times fast in reverse please?" Fritz replied.

"Who ever this is? Might I remind you Sir that we do have proper...." Zazu began to say while wagging a wing...

"Chief Zazu? This is Inspector Catz from Homicide, can we cut short the regulations speech for a moment?" Fritz asked.

"Inspector? The nature of your call is?" Zazu motioned to Dan'el to start writing...

"I'm working the multiple homicide case involving two snakes. You should have been given the pass down on it?"

Zazu took the inteligence sheet from Dan'el..."I have the latest report sheet here. Go ahead please?"

Back in David's apartment, the cheetah was making faces and chocking himself close to the phone...."Ghak! Boaring! Ghak! Snob!"

"Thwack...." Fritz gave David a little slap..."Cut it out."

"Oh my gawd he can put a rhino to sleep during sex!" David snorted as he put his paws on his hips. He cringed when Catz threatened him again with another swat.

"We need to send two or four officers to the main gate of Tundra Town and establish a check point to search trucks going in and out of the district. Also alert District Four Prinky to have officers patrol the homes of Mister Big, Victor Polanchio, Tony Scarza, Vinnie the bent tail and Joey the drift. My partner believes the snakes will find a way to strike in Tundra Town to send a message. Can you assist?" Fritz asked.

David tappd his shoulder. "We should call our night shift guys and tell them we're over-lapping too." He said.

"Call Mike at the office." Fritz said as Zazu replied....

"I'll send four officers to control the traffic gate. I've told my Sargent to call Chief Smite at the fourth Precinct and let him know. Should we call these "Gentle-mammals? And I use the term loosely with a nose pin by the way..."

"I would use some digression on that." Fritz replied. "You know the P.B. Mafia....they have heavy artillery for firearms and we don't want them being skittish and they start unloading all over the neighborhood. They should just button up in some secure room and take a wait n see. My partner and I will be up there shortly." Fritz said before he hung up...

"Mike says he'll meet us at the traffic gate." David said as he reached for his food to spoon it fast into his maw...

"We're not in that big a hurry." Fritz remarked. "Slow down there eager beaver?"

"You want coffee to go?" David asked.

"Yeah....you have a travel cup?" Fritz asked.

End of part 8