Jude sat with the manager. "Sir, a feline fur was found barely alive by my men in your dumpster. He was a victim of an attempted homicide, and two people were seen trying to dump him. Do you know anything?"
The manager looked horrified. "My god, no!" The slight Asian human looked startled, disgusted "I came to this country for a better life, to earn money for my family in Canton. Not to murder or harm. Christian missionaries taught me right from wrong, and to love all God's people, human and furry. I'm only sorry I cannot help. Ask my waitstaff, maybe they saw something."
Jude heard a clang and Vosur's voice outside. "Sir, can you give me a list of employees, now may not be the best time, I don't want to have you lose customers. Thank you, good bye." She rose and dashed back outside. There was another person in the dumpster, or so Vosur was radioing. She looked in, then climbed in, holding the paw of the victim, trying to comfort. "you'll be okay, you'll be okay..."