You see Venetus spray painting the alley wall. You give chase as he darts away, feet padding rapidly.

You pursue him, gaining ground quickly. Just as he's about to slip away, you snatch him up and pin him to the wall.

He freezes, nose twitching, spray paint cans clutched in his paw. After a moment, he speaks hesitantly:

Oh, uh, hey officer! Fancy meeting you here! I was just, you know, checking out these walls.

Making sure the bricks are secure. Can't be too careful these days, y'know.