Locke is in a car going to the defense agency. He's clinging on to the seat that doesn't have a seat belt and they're constantly running over potholes.

"Pues mira, I was in the water fishing with my pana and then something brushed up against my legs! Got the hell outta there as soon as I can!" The driver laughs.

"C-Can you please slow do-" they run over a big pothole, launching Locke and hitting his head on the roof. He's groaning in pain.

"Ay Dios mio! I forgot to tell you the one time this woman just came out of nowhere and dived head first into the swamp. There be crazy people out here, hombre." The driver keeps talking as they pass a billboard that reads: Bienvenido a la isla del encanto!

2 de Diciembre, Agencia de la Pobre Justicia 11:33 a.m.

Phew. I somehow managed to get here alive. That was absolutely horrible! No seat belt, driving like a madman and I have a bump on my head! But they were nice and their stories were very cool. I'll give them five stars and a tip.

I'm inside the agency that requested me. Although…this place has seen better days. There are documents scattered on the corner of the room. The roof is leaking and there's a bucket half full collecting the droplets. It's also very hot! The fan is only blowing the already hot air inside. The only thing that seems to be in order is the desk. There's an ashtray filled with cigar ends. The files are neatly organized. Hm? There's a jar filled with all sorts of insects.

*Squeak Squeak Squeak!*

What was that noise?

"Hmph. No eres un enemigo." I turn around to find a short colored man. Woah! His dreadlocks are so long, that it reaches down to his knees and it's covering his eyes. He's wearing a black suit. He's showing a bit of his chiseled pecs. I must write this down! I take out my notebook. "Que estas haciendo?"

"Um. I will assume you're asking what I'm doing. I like to write down people I find interesting. You're giving off bad boy vibes."

"Ah. So you're the attorney they sent over." He analyzes me. "Do you know any Spanish, by any chance?"

"I only know how to ask for the toilet." I clear my throat. "Donde esta la biblioteca?"

He shakes his head. "Ave Maria. I know it was last minute, but they could've at least sent someone with some understanding of the language."

"Not to worry! I have a dictionary that will help me understand the keywords if necessary."

He shrugs. "You work with what ya got. That's my refran." He takes out a cigar and puts it in his mouth. "Welcome to the agency. I haven't got much, but it should be enough for our needs."

Hmm. I should ask him some personal questions. "May I ask who you are?"

"Name's Miguel Killes. I'm a defense attorney like you." He goes to the window and opens it. He lights the cigar. "I'm currently the only employer."

"What happened to the others?"

"They're all dead." What!? He reads my expression, then continues. "I'm joking. Mostly. A majority left to become prosecutors as there's no money to be made here."

"I understand people need money to live, but there are clients out there that need our services." I can't believe greed is the motive for this job. Whatever happened to doing the right thing!?

He smiles. "Glad to know there's someone out taking the job for the right reasons. However, I won't hold it against you should you decide to leave. We all need money to survive in this greedy world." He looks out the window.

"I would never leave! I'll still be a defense attorney, even if we have to move our office under the bridge!" I made a promise a long time ago and I'll be damned if I stray away from the path of justice!

"That's reassuring. Cause at this rate, that might happen." I gulp. Is it that bad? Well, there's no taking back what I said. "Why not go to the restaurant across the street? Familiarize yourself with the people and the water is free."

"I'll do just that. Although, I have one more question. What was that squeaking noise I heard earlier?"

*Squeak Squeak Squeak!*

Woah! He sprouts bat wings from his back! "Are you a vampire!?" My question is answered as a bat climbs on his shoulder.

"Seems she's taking a liking to you." Miguel walks over to the desk and opens the jar. He feeds her a small bug. "Her name is Nearly Witches. But call her Newi to avoid unnecessary legal battles. She's a Bulldog bat. Thirteen of a kind." He smirks.

"That's so…COOL!" I quickly jot it down. She looks so adorable with her orange fur and pointy ears! I scratch her head and she enjoys it.

He laughs. "That's the first time somebody got excited to see her." Newi flies upside down on the little stand next to the desk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I got papers to go over." He sits on his desk to work. I'll take that as a sign to go.

Huevas Hermanas 11:57 a.m.

So this a typical puertoriccan restaurant? It's certainly very cultured. There's palm trees adorned here. There's even a cool painting of their flag on the wall.

"Bienvenidos!" A chubby brunette waitress greets me. She's wearing a green shirt and khaki short pants while wearing sandals. People here have casual uniforms. Makes me feel a bit out of place with my formal attire.

"Ola! That's the only thing I know." I admit my lack of knowledge. I knew I should've taken classes when I had the chance!

"No problem. Believe it or not, most people can speak English. We get lots of gringos like you come by, so it's a necessity for business." She smiles warmly. What a beautiful smile to compliment her blue eyes. "My name is Grecia. And I'll be your waitress."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Locke. I work at the agency across the street."

She gasps. "I knew it! When I saw Miguelito open the window, I had a feeling something was up." She blushes. "Have you seen how attractive he is? He's just asking for me to smooch him with the way he loves showing off his manly chest." She sighs dreamily.

"...Yeah. He's definitely a handsome man." Seems he's got admirers. Can't blame them.

"Enough about my fantasies! Come, take a seat." I do as she asks. She pours me a glass of cold water…AAAAH~! Now that hit the spot! Needed something to cool me off this hot weather. "So, what brings you here on our little island?"

"The agency requested an attorney and here I am."

She frowns at my answer. "It's that bad?"

"What do you mean?" She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether to say something. Oh no. Is he a secret drug lord or something!?

"I guess since you're working with him, you would find out eventually." She leans forward to speak softly. "He hasn't defended anyone for the past six years."

"Seriously?" I control my excitement to a whisper.

She nods. "It's true. He said the only reason is because he doesn't want to work together with corruptos in the court."

Corruptos? That must mean corrupt. "Man, this sounds no different back when Khura'in was ruled by the previous queen. I guess it goes to show that even if we come from far away lands, we still go through similar situations."

Her eyes sparkle with curiosity at the mention of my homeland. "Kurrain? Is that a rich place?"

"Why yes. It is indeed a land filled with riches of knowledge, spiritualism and desserts!" She eyes me up and down, then smiles mischievously. I have a bad feeling about this.

"You know, my best friend is trying to find a man that can take her away and give her better opportunities. She's still in high school, but I know you foreigners don't mind. Plus, she's got nice mamacitas!"

"...W-W-WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" I don't care if my reaction is causing people to turn heads, this is absolutely outrageous! "...Wait. The fact you said it casually…OH NOOOOOOOOOO! Human trafficking! This is worse than I thought!" I cry out. I don't care! How can such a small island hold so much corruption!?

"I-I'm sorry! I was only joking. A little."

"That does not make me feel better!" Who does she think I am for committing such atrocities!?

"I was kidding! Please don't take me seriously." That didn't sound like a joke to me. "Although, I wonder where she is. She was supposed to come in to work an hour ago. I hope nothing bad happened to her."

"Don't worry. I'm sure your friend is busy with something."

She seems unconvinced. "If that was true, she would've let me know ahead of time."

"Well if I happen to come across her, I'll let her know. What's her name?" Before she could answer, the TV near the bar section raised the volume.

"Breaking news! There has been a murder in Él Parque de las Palomas. The suspect has already been apprehended and taken into custody." They show a picture of a young blonde woman with black skull beanie.

Grace gasps. "No! Susana!" She covers her face. "Como puede suceder esto a ella!?"

"Is that the friend you were talking about?"

She calms herself and nods. "Yes. Although, I don't know what she's gotten herself into." She holds my hands tightly. "You're a lawyer, right? You have to help her! I know she can be hardass, but she's not a murderer!"

I know that look of desperation. She has faith in her innocence. "All right. If you believe in her, then I'll go and take her case!" I reassure the poor woman.

She hugs me too hard! "Muchas gracias! She should be held at the Centro de Detencion. A quick bus ride can take you there." She hands me some change. "This will cover the fare."

"Okay. I won't let you or your friend down. You can count on that!" She gives me her thank you and I go to the nearby bus stop.

Centro de Detencion 12:22 p.m.

I'm currently waiting for the girl to arrive. I'm actually quite nervous. Maybe I should've let Miguel handle this. I curse myself sometimes on acting without thinking!

"Quién carajo eres?" EEEEEP! I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice her arriving.

She's wearing a beanie like in the news. She has a gray long sleeved shirt that seems one size too big. It has the words 'Tokyo Mew Mew' on it. I shiver under her intimidating glare from those hazel eyes.

"H-Hello! I'm a defense attorney here to take your case, i-if you don't have a lawyer yet." I show her my badge. We stare at each other in silence. This is so awkward.

"I'm not interested in your help or proposals, gringo. You're wasting your time." She puts her legs up on the desk, showing off her black sweatpants and blue crocs. I can tell fashion isn't her forte.

"Well your friend Grecia is worried about you and sent me over." She flinches at the mention of her name.

"Esa mujer tiene que dejar de ser presenta." She shakes her head. "Not like it matters. I did it. I killed him. End of the story." She gets up from the chair.

Hold it!

"You have to let me take your case."

"Why do you care? I already told yo-"

I cut her off. "I know. But your friend has faith in you and I'll trust in her judgment. It's my job to believe in a client's innocence." That's one of the main lessons my boss has taught me. And I'll die by those ideals.

"Tch. You people are very nosy. I have already been assigned a lawyer anyways." With that, she leaves.

Something fishy is going on around here. I know I'm not the main attorney, but I'll do my own investigations on the matter. I won't let an innocent person be wrongly imprisoned on my watch!

To be continued.