E22【纯英朗读】Thanks to Yax, they got new clue!

E22 Thanks to Yax, they got new clue!

Out in the courtyard, Judy tried to act normal. Her eyes darted around, looking for a neutral place to land.

“Yeah, some mammals say the naturalist life is weird,” said Yax. “But you know what I say is weird? Clothes on animals! Here we go. As you can see, Nanga’s an elephant, so she’ll totally remember everything.”

Nanga looked curiously at the newcomers.

“Hey, Nanga, these dudes have some questions about Emmitt the otter,”said Yax.

“Who?” Nanga asked.

“Emmitt Otterton,” Yax prompted.

“Been coming to your yoga class for like six years.”

“I have no memory of this beaver,” Nanga stated.

“Yeah, he’s an otter, actually,” Judy corrected, looking over at Nick in dismay.

“He was here a couple Wednesdays ago. ’Member?” Yax prompted Nanga.

But the elephant just shook her head.

“Nope.” “Yeah,” Yax continued. “He was wearing a green cable-knit sweater-vest and a new pair of corduroy slacks. Oh, and a paisley tie, sweet Windsor knot, real tight. Remember that, Nanga?”

Judy couldn’t believe her luck. Yax was a gold mine! She scrambled to write everything down.

“No,” Nanga said again.

“Uh, ah, you didn’t happen to catch the license plate number did you?” Judy asked.

“Oh, for sure,” Yax nodded. “It was 29THD03.”

Judy’s pen moved quickly. “—03. Wow. This is a lot of great info. Thank you.”

Yax smiled. “Told ya Nanga had a mind like a steel trap. I wish I had a memory like an elephant.”

Outside the club, in Sahara Square, Nick smiled smugly.

“Well, I had a ball. You are welcome for the clue. And seeing as how any moron can run a plate, I’ll take that pen and bid you adieu.”

Judy held out the pen, but as Nick went to reach for it, she realized something.

She pulled it back before he could swipe it. “The plate...I can’t run the plate...I’m not in the system yet.” She put the pen back in her pocket and smiled at Nick.

“Gimme the pen, please,” said Nick.

“What was it you said? ‘Any moron can run a plate’? Gosh...if only there were a moron around who was up to the task...,” she said.

“Rabbit, I did what you asked; you can’t keep me on the hook forever,”said Nick.

“No, not forever. I have”—Judy paused as she checked her phone—“thirty-six hours left to solve this case. Can you run the plate or not?”

Nick stared at Judy, and then slowly grinned. “I just remembered, I have a pal at the DMV.”