“You don’t remember me, do you?”  
     “I should, shouldn’t I?”          
     “I was the Desk Sergeant that     
morning you came in, toothbrush and    
burlap sack in hand ready to spend some
serious time...” he handed me a card,  
“I see you’ve got another toothbrush.” 
     I was mentally hitting myself in  
the head by then. How could I forget   
this guy?                              
     “I see you’re a detective now,” I 
said, not wanting to talk about that   
day again.                             
     He didn’t seem to want to either, 
“Yeah, I got promoted a few years back,
but a couple times a year, we have to  
wear the uniform. Back to our roots,   
they tell us.                          
     “I think it’s a good idea actual- 
ly, but listen,” he said, while lower- 
* ing his voice and leading me into a far  
corner.                                
     “I just wanted to talk with you   
for a minute, before you go in.”       
     First, he got me up to date on    
everything that happened after Beth    
came to pick me up.                    
     He’d snagged the driver and his   
bag-throwing buddy, but they only ended
up  paying a thousand-dollar fine, and 
that was it.                           
     Attempted animal cruelty was only 
a two hundred dollar fine per offense, 
with the maximum amount being a thou-  
sand dollars. I guess that last bunny  
was a freebie.                         
     Except, because Grunt was the     
sixth bunny, he got the last laugh.    
They both had to spend one night in    
jail, just because there were more     
than five counts all together.         



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