"Back up slowly – I said slowly!"
Edgeworth grabbed onto the dashboard to steady himself as the car jolted backwards and ran over another cone.
Phoenix peered into the rearview mirror.
"I think I killed it," he said.
Edgeworth sighed. He'd been trying to teach Wright how to drive all afternoon, and still no progress had been made.
"Let's try again," Edgeworth said, although he had long been ready to give up.
Phoenix hit the gas, only to realize he hadn't taken it out of reverse. The car jumped out of control, swerved, and slammed into something. The seatbelt cut into Edgeworth's chest, the only thing keeping him in his seat.
Edgeworth rubbed the back of his neck. If he got whiplash, he would sue Wright. He got out of the car to inspect the damage. The bumper was dented and the paint had been scraped off. Edgworth knew it had been a good idea to use Gumshoe's car.
"Wright…how did you manage to hit a tree in the middle of a parking lot?"
Phoenix grinned bashfully as he also climbed out of the car. "It must have been in my blind spot."
"You're never going to get your driver's license," Edgeworth said dryly.
