>Another dreary night in the city of /co/opolis. The rain fell even harder than yesterday, as if a fat man jumped into an upstairs bathtub. More delicate hearts would say the sky is crying for a lost child, but such delicacy doesn't last long without being torn to shreds.
>Jessica Rabbit tossed the folders for Mandy's case onto your desk, cleanly opening it to the relevant details.
>Age: 9
>Status: Missing
>Some of your fellow private eyes are aiming their guns at some wash-out named Jared. Even if he's not the culprit, you wouldn't lose sleep over him getting blasted.
>Jessica leaned onto your desk again, her prominent bust knocking your lamp to the floor.
>"I think this is part of your city hall case, detective," she says bluntly. You raise your eyebrow at the suggestion.
>Two anthropomorphic government officials bite it, but now the culprit goes after a little girl? It just doesn't make sense.
>"Look, Ms. Rabbit," you say, sliding Mandy's file away. "I appreciate the business, but this is clearly a different MO. Modus Operandi, in case ya didn't know."
>The lounge singer just gives an exasperated sigh and pushes the folder back towards you.
>"Trust me on this, detective," she reiterates, her voice as smooth as her movie's animation. "I've got a hunch about this. I feel it deep in my chest."
>Certainly hasn't been the first time you've heard someone talk about feeling and her chest.
>With a sigh of your own, you take the folder back and look through it again. Young girl. Friends with an idiot and actual Death. You can't think of any connection between her and the previous two victims.
>Jessica Rabbit pushes the folder down to look you in the eyes.
>"Think, detective," she whispers. "What do these girls have in common?"
>"Beyond them being 2D? I'm guessing they all have some skeletons in their closet."