A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this chapter took so long, suffering from a little bit of writer's block, but I did figure out the ending to this crazy fic! Also been delayed because I just got Skyward Sword...great game. But I'm back now and hope you enjoy this chapter! This chapter dedicated to anyone who found my advertising on Turnabout Musical Forums...if you haven't checked them out, go to IMMEDIATELY! You won't regret it, they're amazing!

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The train screeched to a halt and Maya, Phoenix, Iris, and Edgeworth were among the first to disembark. Maya turned to Edgeworth, grinning. "So where to first, Mr. Edgeworth?" she asked cheerfully.

"The crime scene, right?" Phoenix said, looking at his friend curiously.

"Actually no. Madeline told me information that implies that there was a different crime scene – her very own home."

"Really?" said Iris in surprise.

"We talked this morning before…" he trailed off, not wanting to think about Madeline's disappearance.

"I know where she lives…well, it's Markus' place really, but she and Ivy live-er, lived there," Phoenix said, picking up his bag. Everyone followed him to his car, which he'd left there when they left for Kurain only yesterday, although it seemed like ages ago. "Let's get this show on the road." Edgeworth rolled his eyes. He knew Wright was just trying to lighten the mood, but still…

The foursome arrived at a small house that looked like any other. Knocking on the door, however, revealed a familiar face. Edgeworth's fists clenched as Markus opened the door, a fake expression of grief on his face. "Ah, Mr. Edgeworth," he said. Edgeworth couldn't read his expression. "Who're your friends?"

"This is Phoenix Wright, Iris Fey, and her cousin Maya. We'd like to ask you a few more questions about Madeline's case." Markus thought for a minute, then nodded slowly, opening the door.

"I feel horrible about what happened to Madeline," he said as they passed by him, entering the house. Edgeworth help back a snort of disbelief. "I never would have expected…" He trailed off as he led them to the living room. As the four sat down, he remained standing. "What do you need to know? I'll do anything to help Madeline."

"I'd like to hear your account of your actions on the night of the crime."

"Uh, ok," Markus said, taking a seat. "Well, I was out until late that night. When I arrived home, Madeline was in the kitchen. She was…she was washing blood off her hands. There was a bloody knife next to her on the counter. I didn't understand what happened until the trial the other day, when I connected the dots."

Edgeworth was about to say something, but was interrupted by a strange noise. A faint pounding sounded from the wall across from him and Markus sighed.

"Sorry about that," he said. "My…air conditioning is broken. Keeps making these funny noises. Be right back, won't be but a second." He got up and disappeared down a hallway, opening a door and vanishing inside.

"That guy is so suspicious!" Maya said in a hushed undertone but with the same enthusiasm.

"I'd like to check out the kitchen," Edgeworth whispered to them. "Madeline said it was where she saw Markus with the body. Cover for me, alright?"

"I'm coming too!" Maya said, jumping up.

"Fine just be quiet!" he hissed at her. The two quickly made their way back to the kitchen. Edgeworth looked around. It appeared clean and neat, but he could detect a budding atmosphere of evil under the surface.

"Mr. Edgeworth," Maya said. He was surprised; her voice sounded faint, unlike its usual animated self.

"What is it, Maya?" he asked. She was hidden behind the island, looking at something on the ground.

"You may want to see this," she said slowly. He quickly moved over to her. She was holding up a rug and looking underneath it, her eyes wide with horror. Soon Edgeworth saw why. There was a large pool of dried blood hidden underneath it.

"Something catch your eye, little missy?" came a voice from the doorway. Markus was standing there, a grin lighting up his face. One look told Edgeworth that he knew exactly what they'd seen. "I have another visitor," he told them, eyes gleaming with malice. "One you may want to meet." He led them out of the kitchen and back to the living room, gesturing for them to enter before him. Edgeworth's stomach dropped as he saw who was waiting for them.

"You," he breathed. Manfred von Karma was sitting on the couch, a sinister smile painting his features. Franziska von Karma was sitting next to him, smirking as well.

"Miles Edgeworth," said von Karma, nodding at him coldly. Franziska gave him a once-over, then turned away, staring straight ahead. Phoenix and Iris were looking increasingly uncomfortable, Phoenix rubbing the back of his neck and Iris biting her lip.

"What are you doing here?" Edgeworth asked.

"I don't think I have to answer that," von Karma replied smugly. Franziska gave a little snort of disdain as well. "I assume you'll be at the trial tomorrow to see Madeline Brent put behind bars for good?"

"Actually, I'll be defending her tomorrow," Edgeworth replied. A slight flicker of surprise appeared on von Karma's face, but he quickly masked it with disdain.

"Defending her? Weren't you the one who insisted that she was guilty in our court battle a few days ago?"

"Perhaps. Another look over the evidence has convinced me otherwise."

"Know this, then," von Karma replied without turning around. "You may have beaten me once, but don't be foolish enough to think that you'll do it again. The girl is guilty."

"How could you possibly know that?" Edgeworth asked angrily. Von Karma chose not to respond.

"I think you and your friends should leave now," he said. Edgeworth reluctantly turned and walked to the door, his friends following. Markus walked with him.

"Goodbye, Mr. Edgeworth. See you in court tomorrow." His eyes glowed with spite as he closed the door in their faces.

"Well, that was strange," Iris said quietly. "Did you two find any evidence in the kitchen?"

"Enough, I hope," Edgeworth said quietly, thinking. What was he going to do tomorrow with no evidence and no defendant? He'd have to figure something out, and fast.