"hey, Lab rat! i need your help!" Rhodes said to the figure just inside room 2-A, the Lab... a mouse poked his head into view
"i take offense to that you know..." Rhodes shrugged and walked in. showing the hair to the white mouse.
"sorry... i need you to tell me where this came from... i need to narrow our search." the mouse swiftly plucked the hair from his claws and examined it briefly.
"hmmmmm... looks to be cannine in nature... probobly from a timberwolf... they're the only canid i can think of at the moment with this fur colouring... now... it's possible it isn't from a person... but a feral mind you... we share the same fur structure... particularly the large canines..." he placed the fur into a glass jar and sealed it. "i'll have to have this sent to a larger lab for more precise analysys... they can tell us if it's from a feral... they'll also be able to pull DNA from it and tell us if our wolf has a crimminal record... but it'll take a couple of days... now go... eat a donut or something... isn't that what you detectives do when you have nothing better to do then disrupt my work??" Rhodes sighed as he left the Lab.
"i take offense to THAT" he retorted as he exited. the mouse grinned a bit to himself. 
"well played...." he said quietly. 

Rhodes quickly found Rosco, the officer he placed in charge of IDing the bodies.
"talk to me" he quickly stated.
"the bodies are of a Stephannie Cole and Matthiew Tobias... both were un-married, no kids, no real family in the area, Stephanie lived alone, but Tobias lived with a couple of roomates... we were able to gather a quick list of the people who knew them... no names were in common sir"
"any wolves?" Rhodes interupted
"what? uhh... no sir no wolves to speak of... why?" 
"because if the lab's quick analisys is correct... and i believe it is.. then we're looking for a Wolf... most likely timber, i would suspect a male... in his twenties or thirties... look for uhh... obcessive compulsive disorder... i want to know the name and residence of every wolf in the area diagnosed with OCD, especially with the means and intelligence to build a complex electrical rig. also, cross refernce those with any diagnosis of psychosis or social apathy... bring me any hits for interrigation... and uhh..." he peered down at Rosco's belly. "lay off the donuts... you're perpetuating a steriotype..." the Lynx Detective went back to his desk and sat down. feeling extremely confident.

soon afterwards the chief passed by Rhodes. 
"c'mon... the press is waiting outside for you... they're DYING to hear what you have to say about the killer!"
"wait... what?"
"the news has already hit the people that we found two dead bodies, both murdered. not often you find that in a quiet town like this... the press wants to know what we know and you'r the lead investigator on this so get out there!" he saud leading the detective towards the door... the the mob of press waiting outside.
"DETECTIVE! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE TWO BODIES??"
"RHODES WE HEARD ONE OF THE BODIES LOOKED TO BE KILLED BY ELECTRICITY IS THIS TRUE??"
"DETECTIVE!!" Rhodes silenced them quickly when he began to speak.
"this is the OFFICIAL statement of the BVPD... there are two confirmed bodies, one appears to have been tortured and killed with intense electrical shocks, and the other was skinned alive. we do not know to what means, or why they appear to have been tortured. we are currently following leads on what we believe to be the killer, but the public should be advised that we suspect the killer is a Timberwolf. highly intelligent and resourseful, and very attentive to detail. citizens should be advised to report anyone they believe to be the killer, regardless of species. tht is all, no questions will be taken"
"DETECTIVE RHODES!!!" the press erupted into a frensy as Rhodes re-entered the station. he stood in the middle of the crime center and held up five fingers. stradily he counted down.
"Five... Four... Three... Two... One...." he made a fist, and immedietly the phones started ringing. Rhodes sighed deeply and returned to his desk. he picked up a ringing phone.
"thank you for calling the BVPD hotline... i assume you have something to report?" he stated clearly. 
"yes i'd like to report that my neighbor's been acting strangely... every couple of nights i hear what sounds like a muffled chainsaw..."
"i see.... and would his lawn happen to look trimmed the next day?"
"yes sir how'd you know?"
"that's called a weed wacker sir... there's no cause for alarm..." he hung up the phone and sighed... rubbing his eyes... this was gonna be a LOOOONG day...