Dahlia and Phoenix left the visiting room and walked down the hallway of the detention center.

"I don't get why Larry was against us defending him," Phoenix said.

"Nick, you don't seem to have grasped this yet," Dahlia said. "He. Doesn't. Like. Us."

"I know," Phoenix said, scratching his chin. "I don't get that either. I mean, you I get, but he and I were always such great friends when we were kids. What brought on such a dramatic change?"

"What you mean, 'you I get'?" Dahlia said.

"Nothing," Phoenix said. "Where's the crime scene again?"

"Errrrrrrrrrrr…" Dahlia bit the inside of her cheek. "Dang it!"

"He didn't tell us," Phoenix sighed. "When something smells, it's usually the Butz."

"What?" Dahlia said, cracking up.

"It's a saying we had in fourth grade," Phoenix said. "I told you, didn't I? Larry was the human face of trouble as a kid."

"Seriously?" Dahlia said, lightening up. "What'd he do? Run down the hall?"

"No," Phoenix said. "He found a giant tire somewhere and rolled down the hall inside it."

"No way," Dahlia said between laughs. I am so holding that over his head!

"As I recall, he ran over his old kindergarten teacher."

Dahlia turned around and saw Detective Edgeworth.

"Hey Miles, what are you doing here?" Phoenix said.

"I was about to ask you Phoenix," Edgeworth said.

"Did you hear about what happened to Larry?" Phoenix said.

Edgeworth looked down, clutching arm. "It seems I always get assigned to cases involving people I'm close to."

"You're the detective in charge?" Dahlia said incredulously. "There must be some kind of conspiracy going on. I'm the one defending the suspect."

"Really?" Edgeworth said, with a hint of hope. "You actually got him to cooperate?"

"It took a little persuasion," Dahlia said. "Has he been like this all day?"

"He won't tell us anything, pal," Edgeworth said, downcast. "He won't even tell us why he was at the scene of the murder."

"He was at the scene?" Dahlia said.

"Yes and his fingerprints were on the murder weapon," Edgeworth said.

"Seriously?" Phoenix said. "Why?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, pal," Edgeworth said. "Like I said, he won't tell us anything. All he'll say is that he didn't kill anyone. Did he say anything to you?"

"You mean other than 'Go away' or 'What's wrong with you?' No," Dahlia said.

Edgeworth sighed. "Really? You got all that out of him the first try?"

"Miles, you don't think he did it do you?" Phoenix said.

"I sure hope not, pal," Edgeworth said. "Look, I've got to question Prosecutor Butz… again. And something tells me you'll already be investigating the crime scene by the time I get back so I'll just talk to you then, alright?"

"Sure," Dahlia said. "Where is the crime scene again?"

"Gourd Lake," Edgeworth said dismissively. "See you later, pal."

The detective left the hallway, leaving Dahlia and Phoenix.

"Gourd Lake, huh?" Dahlia said.

"Let's go," Phoenix said.

They stepped out of the detention center and took another cab ride to Gourd Lake. They walked through the public entrance and found themselves overlooking a lakeside beach.

"So this is Gourd Lake then?" Phoenix said.

"Yep," Dahlia said. "Let's get investigating."

"Y'all gots to be kidding me! Dollie, that ain't you, is it?"

"No way," Dahlia said, smiling.

Lotta Hart ran up to the defense team. "What's up?"

"Oh I'm defending this jerk, Larry," Dahlia said.

"BUTZ?" Lotta said, seething. "Why?"

"He blackmailed me," Dahlia said, cocking her head towards Phoenix.

The assistant pretended not to notice, whistling to himself.

"I ask again, why?" Lotta said. "Wait, aren't you the artist guy from Exposé Park?"

"That was me, yes," Phoenix said. "You're that photographer, right? Lotta Hair?"

Lotta rapped his shoulder. "Hart! And why do you want to get that Butz guy off the hook anyway? As I recall he was doing the exact opposite for you!"

Phoenix rubbed his shoulder. "It's complicated, alright? Why are you here?"

"I was camping at the lake when the murder happened," Lotta said.

"My turn to ask," Dahlia said. "Why?"

Lotta smirked. "Can you keep a secret?"

"When I need to," Dahlia said.

The photography student pulled out a newspaper article. "Ever heard of Gourdy?"

"Gourdy?" Phoenix said. "Isn't it that lake monster thing I saw on the news?"

"So you've got a head on your shoulders after all," Lotta said.

"Wait, now I know what you're talking about!" Dahlia said. "I call it Lugia of Gourd Lake. It's a bit cooler, don't you think?"

"Call it whatever you like," Lotta said. "Either way, there's a monster living in these waters and I'm out to get him on film."

Dahlia looked at the photo, skepticism written all over her face. "It's a log."

"What are you talking about?" Lotta said. "It's a lake monster!"

"Sorry, but I don't think that's likely," Dahlia said. "Don't you agree Nick?"

"I'm standing next to a defense attorney who comes from a long line of spirit mediums," Phoenix said in a neutral tone. "I'm willing to keep an open mind."

"See?" Lotta said smugly.

"I still say it's a log," Dahlia said, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lotta said, brushing the comment aside. "Just don't tell anyone why I came here, alright? I don't want any competition, you hear?"

"Believe me, I'm not about to go telling everyone about a log sticking out of a lake," Dahlia said with a sarcastic smile.

"You've really got a mouth on you, Dahlia," Lotta said, playfully knocked her shoulder.

"Makes me more interesting to talk to," Dahlia said. "What did you witness anyway?"

"You know the rules," Lotta said. "See you in court!"

Lotta walked away, and that's when Dahlia noticed the campsite set up on the public beach. So Lotta's been camping here then? That's a lot of work to get a picture of a giant Lugia stick.

"What do you want to investigate first?" Phoenix said. He brought out a pamphlet. "I found this map on that stand over there."

"Cool," Dahlia said, scanning the overhead map. "Looks like we've got 3 basic areas to check out. This beach, some woods, and a boat rental place."

"Let's try the rental place," Phoenix said.

"Sounds as good as anywhere else," Dahlia said, folding the map and heading off.

The duo soon arrived at the rental shop, which really looked more like a shack. You'd almost think this place was out of business. Dahlia jiggled the doorknob on the entrance, it was locked. Is it out of business?

"So these are the boats, huh?" Phoenix said, crouching down on the wharf. "Looks like some are missing."

"Maybe they're evidence," Dahlia said. "We'll have to ask Edgeworth when he gets back."

"Hey, what's that?" Phoenix said, pointing into the water.

Dahlia crouched down next to Phoenix, peering into the water. "What are you… wait, I think I see- AAAAIII!"

Dahlia felt a hand push her into the lake. Arms flailing, she landed with a splash. The defense attorney sat up, the water was shallow where she was, and glared at Phoenix. Based on the laughter, Dahlia deduced that the shove had come from him.

"YOU BRAINDEAD TWIT WITH A DEATHWISH!" Dahlia shouted, infuriated with her assistant.

"I couldn't help myself!" Phoenix said, crossed between scared and exhilarated. "You would have done the same thing if you thought of it first! And I really did see something!"

"Where is it? I want to shove it up your nose!" Dahlia said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Phoenix said, taking a casual step back. "I think you're standing on it. Raise your left foot."

Overcome with curiosity, Dahlia looked under her left shoe and saw something shine. She picked it up and discovered that it was familiar-looking gold badge.

"Did you drop your badge?" Phoenix said.

"No," Dahlia said, glancing at her lapel. "This is someone else's."

"Huh," Phoenix said. "I wonder whose it is."

"Me too," Dahlia said, putting the badge in her pocket.

"Here, let me help you up," Phoenix, extended his hand.

"Thanks," Dahlia took the offered hand and hoisted herself up.

"You can let go of my hand now," Phoenix said.

Dahlia tightened her grip and white fury flashed in her eyes. She flung her assistant into the water. Phoenix brought his head and spit out a mouthful of lake water.

"I guess I had that coming," Phoenix said, standing up. His spike dropped slightly.

"Why you thought it was a good idea in the first place is beyond me," Dahlia said.

"This is a crime scene, not a playground. Such utter foolishness."

Dahlia and Phoenix turned to face the shore and immediately noticed a young woman wearing a blackish-green shirt, matching vest, and white shirt underneath with puffy sleeves. She had shoulder length silver-azure hair and glasses. Most notable, however, was the whip she held.

She flourished her whip in their direction. "How were such fools able to get into a crime scene? I demand an answer."

Hasn't she ever heard of introductions? Dahlia crossed her arms. "I'm Dahlia Fey. And you are?"

"Franziska von Karma, the prodigy," the young woman said with a patronizing smile.

"Wow," Dahlia said, in mock awe. "THE prodigy?"

Phoenix chuckled. Franziska brought her whip back and whipped his shoulder.

"Yow!" Phoenix exclaimed. "Why does everyone go for the shoulder?"

Franziska brought her whip over her head and quickly stretched it, making it snap. "And just who are you, you foolishly disrespectful fool?"

"Phoenix Wright, ma'am!" Phoenix said, standing straight and rigid.

Maybe she's not too bad after all. Dahlia put her hands in her pockets. "Nice whip, where'd you get it?"

Phoenix snapped his head in her direction, pure fear in his eyes.

"I received my whip when in Germany when I graduated," Franziska said. "Now cease your stalling and tell me why you're here!"

"We're investigating," Dahlia said. "I'm a defense attorney, and I agreed to take my client's case."

"Who's your client?" Franziska said.

"Larry Butz," Dahlia said.

Franziska whipped Dahlia's leg, making her jump.

"Have you no shame?" Franziska said vehemently. "A defense attorney agreeing to defend a prosecutor? And one as low as Prosecutor Larry Butz? He is obviously guilty, mark my words Dahlia Fey!"

"We'll see, I guess," Dahlia said lackadaisically. "So what brings you here?"

"I have my reasons," Franziska said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be off."

Franziska turned on her heels and left the wharf. Phoenix finally stepped out of the lake and poured the water out of his sneakers.

"Well, she must be fun at parties," Phoenix said.

"With that whip, I bet she is," Dahlia said, joining him on the shore.

"You think that's why she has it?" Phoenix said, shaking the lake water out of his hair. His spikes popped back up.

"You can ask," Dahlia said, curiously flicking on if the spikes.

Phoenix pulled back, touching his hair. "No thanks."