The sign said Local Deliveries. Underneath in small faded letters one could read ‘for when discretion is paramount’. Detective Lukasky and Miles step out of their car and enter the small brown brick building. Situated on the same street Awareness is on; the detectives had a hunch that this would be the delivery service Alice Decrux would hire for her purposes.
“Can I… help you,” the front attendant speaking; but seeing the detective badges the male looks nervous.
“We need to speak to your dispatcher,” Lukasky speaking; “regarding a delivery your company may have made yesterday.”
“That would be me,” the nervous man speaking; “we are a small company with a clientele that appreciates their privacy.”
“You may have been party to committing an illegal act,” Detective Miles taking a discreet sniff; finding an unusual odor coming from the door behind the attendant. “It would be in your best interest to co-operate,” Miles looks back at the man; “lest you want to get busted for the weed I smell coming from behind the door.”
Detective Lukasky looks at the nervous man as he swears; the two detectives, were’s by their smell glare at him.
“What do you need to know?”
“Is Alice Decrux a client you deliver for,” Miles opening the office door to see a young were-poodle stoned on a couch; a lit blunt in her paw. Growling as he grabs it and throwing it in a nearby toilet.
“We do deliveries for her from time to time,” the attendant sighing.
“Did you do one yesterday,” Lukasky looking at the man; “was that delivery to a Harold Jenkins?”
“I need to check the logs,” the attendant pulling out a binder.
Lukasky keeps an eye on the man as Miles continues to collect all the drugs he is finding in the office; flushing them down the toilet while the were-poodle starts to whine at the officer being a buzz kill.
“You’re lucky I’m not arresting you,” Miles snarling at the were-poodle; “but I will if you start interfering with our investigation. So sit down and sober up. De-fur and get dressed while you are at.”
“Do it Jessica,” the attendant sighing; “here it is. We delivered some candy to a Harold around noon yesterday.”
“Do you know who delivered it,” Lukasky looking at the log; seeing it was picked up directly from Decrux’s sweet shop.
“Jack,” the attendant closing the book; “one moment while I get you his address.”
Lukasky and Miles watch at the attendant sighs as he heads to the office and write down an address and number from a contact list. Handing it to Miles as he was still in the office looking at the were-poodle cover herself with a blanket; the were-poodle looking miffed that the detective just took away her fun as she assumed her human form.
“When you get a hold of Jack,” the attendant speaking; “tell him he is fired. The man didn’t show up for work today,” Detective Lukasky and Miles eyeing the attendant; “we lost a valuable client because of him playing hooky.”
“Not our concern,” Detective Miles responding; “we’ll be back if need further information.”
"Great,” the attendant escorting the detectives out and then locking the door.
Detective Miles and Lukasky return to their vehicle; noticing the hydro meter spinning wildly, Detective Miles calls into the department to report possible drug activity at the establishment they were at.
“A grow op,” Lukasky looking at his partner.
“I smelled more than just the few joints I found and destroyed in that office,” Miles looking at the address the attendant gave him; “we’ll let chief O’Hara decide what to do. Until then let’s head to this address.”
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A few minutes later, Detective Miles and Lukasky were sitting in the living room of Jack’s house. Both detective’s knew the man was home; seeing his vehicle in the drive way. It was after listening to the telltale sounds of two were’s rutting loudly, that the detectives finally got someone to answer the door. Seeing a man wearing a large bathrobe, the detectives flashed their badges and asked to speak with Jack.
Jack was a were-feline; wearing a bathrobe but still in his fursona as he looked at the detectives.
“Is this because me and my partner were too loud,” Jack looking at the detectives.
“If Moon Lake sent police officers to every noise complaint made for loud sex,” Miles chuckling; “then we would have no police officers investigating the more serious crimes being committed.”
“So what are you here for,” Jack asking.
“You delivered a five pound package of Peanut Brittle to Harold Jenkins house yesterday,” Lukasky speaking up; “from Decrux’s Sweet shop correct?”
“He refused to accept the package after signing for it,” Jack answered; “said he hated the stuff.”
“We know,” Lukasky commenting; “do you still have the package?”
“Uhmm,” Jack looking concerned; “not all of it.”
“You and your partner consumed some of it,” Miles seeing the two looking nervous; “it not illegal to eat peanut brittle so relax. But we do need to confiscate what you have left.”
“It’s evidence in an investigation we are conducting in regards to Alice Decrux,” Lukasky speaking.
“Hand it over to them,” Jack’s partner speaking; “the sooner the detectives have what they need, we can go back upstairs.”
“Ever since I brought the brittle home,” Jack shaking his head; “you’ve been on me like a starving cat to a piece of fish.”
“We may have a theory on that,” Lukasky chuckling; “but we will need to subject the brittle to tests to confirm the theory.”
“It was spiked wasn't it,” Jack coming back with the remains and watching Miles as he puts on latex gloves and produces and evidence bag; “that would explain last night.”
“Don’t forget this morning,” Jack’s partner purring; rubbing his still human hand up and down Jack’s fur.
“Hold that thought,” Jack handing the brittle to detective Miles; "Is there anything else you need?”
“No,” Miles answering; “but you might want to consider looking for new employment.”
“Lest you want to get arrested for operating a grow op in a commercial building,” Miles looking at the were-feline.
“Told you,” Jack’s partner speaking; “you should of left that delivery company the moment the founder’s son took over.”
“Diversification he said,” Jack shaking his head; “it’ll soon be De-criminalized he said.”
“Your former boss is about to have a rude awakening on that,” Miles answering; “have a good day you two.”
“Try to keep the noise down,” Lukasky smiling; “Moon Lake police does check up on noise complaints if enough come in.”
Miles and Lukasky head back to their car; Miles securing the brittle in the back seat before getting into the driver’s seat.
“Let’s head back to the station and get that brittle tested,” Lukasky speaking.
“There must be something in it,” Miles starting the car and driving off; “the smell of sex was heavy in that house.”
“We’ll see if this brittle is enough to get a search warrant for Alice’s shop and home,” Lukasky reviewing his notes; “Alice isn’t as smart as she likes to think.”
“Ms. Decrux is overdue for a slip up,” Miles nodding; "we'll tell the lab to put a rush on testing the brittle. We need those findings ASAP."