The ringing of the desk phone startled Daffy. He winced at the pull against his hip, then composed himself as best he could and answered in as calm a voice as he could. “Archiveth, Daffy thpeaking.”
“Officer Hussein is here to see you.” Rosie’s unnecessarily chipper voice chirruped down the phone line.
“Thend her down, thankth, Rothie.” Daffy hung up the phone and tried to remember if he’d spoken to an Officer Hussein at any point…ever. The name didn’t sound familiar. Probably it was something to do with Granny’s death. Maybe, if he was lucky, they’d found out who killed her—and how—and he could handle it himself, and then everything would be fine again.
A few minutes later, the door opened carefully and a woman stepped in, almost cautiously. She was human, was the first thing Daffy noticed. The next thing he noticed was that everything about her was varying shades of brown—light brown skin, dark brown eyes, tan pants, mud colored shirt, slightly lighter brown jacket. The only exception was the dark green scarf tied over her head so that Daffy couldn’t see her hair, but judging from her eyebrows, it too was dark brown.
“Are you Daffy Duck?” she asked, a bit awkwardly. Her voice was low and husky.
Daffy raised an eyebrow. “Who elthe would be?”
“I mean.” The woman, presumably Officer Hussein, shrugged. “My godmother’s name is Jessica Rabbit, but you wouldn’t know that to look at her.”
Daffy blinked and stared at the woman harder. Yes—there, in the eyes. He hadn’t known him well, but he knew those eyes…
“You’re Eddie Valiant’th granddaughter?” he asked in surprise.