"Yeah. According to the neighbors, they heard something like a struggle and then a scream. That's what encouraged them to take a look at what was wrong. They found the victim in a pool of his own blood, slashes and stabs all over his chest area. The victim is.... what are they called? An Ocelot?" Jason looked down at his new fennec Fox partner.

"So you got the case points down." She said, nodding with slight approval. "Yes, it was an ocelot. Now- to go inside, see the crime scene?"

"Right up there," replied Jason. "See all the huge cops?" He walked up to all of them and flushed them his badge and ID. Then he informed then that Isabelle was with him. They walked up to the door to the home. "Huh.... the lock appears to have been jimmied."

"I would kick it down," the fennec fox said casually. "But it's not my house and this is not some random CSI movie. But I think I have my lock picks somewhere here..." She pulled her wallet out her coat pocket and pulled out a small box filled with six small tools. "At least one should work, I hope..."

Jason looked at her strangely. "You don't know what jimmy means, do you?" He asked. He turned to the door and simply pushed it open. "It means that whoever killed our ocelot broke in using a jimmy, a small crowbar." The arctic fox snuck quietly into the house, looking around as he did so.

(XD I thought you had a typo and meant jammed)

"That's brutal." She said, blinking. "I'm still kinds new to this." She didn't explain any further, most people didn't exactly trust a former thief, even if she had changed.