Miles was organizing his kit when his door slammed open. Through it walked an all-too-familiar visitor, who he could immediately recognize even through the many layers of clothing.
"Wright," He hissed out through clenched teeth, trying very hard to not lose his cool, "You are aware there are Hunters here, right?"
"Yep!" The tone was too happy for a vampire in the middle of a death trap.
Miles was about to scream at him when the door opened, revealing Gumshoe. For his subordinate's sake he snapped his mouth shut, settling for a venomous glare.
"Sir!" Gumshoe looked at Wright, and repeated in a softer, more urgent tone, "Sir, we think he's a-"
Miles moved quickly, his hand grabbing the bottle from his kit and uncapping it. Before Wright could react, he'd torn off the beanie and dumped the bottle's contents on his head. To his credit the vampire didn't panic, but did squeal like a little girl as the cold liquid drenched him.
Gumshoe watched this with horrid fascination, before turning around and walking out. Miles slumped back into his seat. Wright looked at him, amused.
"Shut up, it's thirsty work." The demon snapped, taking a swig of his drink.
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A/N: Edgeworth is mad because Phoenix is way overdressed to avoid suspicion. Typical vampires use an umbrella. And yes, he substituted the holy water with regular drinking water.