Sighing with relief, I snuck into Grossberg's office. Apparently, he was out, but I silently and swiftly snuck over to the desk. (If I wasn't trying to be sneaky, I'd be humming the Mission Impossible theme song right now) Lying on the desk, right where I expected them to be, were two photos. I picked them up and quickly gave them a once over. "DL-6 Incident - Exhibit A" was a photo of Misty Fey, short hair and a sweet smile on her face. I cringed, thinking about the whole situation. "Exhibit B" was of Redd White, his pompous face taking up most of the image area. Shrugging, I slid both photos into my bag. (I don't know why I'm taking Misty's photo… I don't need it yet… But still, 'finders, keepers')

Glancing around, I noticed the missing picture. (That's what you get for messing with White, I guess. Grossberg will come out of this with more than egg on his face… I can picture the slap prints…)

Finally finished my business, I walked out, careful to leave the rest of the room as it had been before I entered.

Back at the Gatewater hotel, I walked down the hall to April May's room, hoping to find the bellboy. He was there, still holding that tea set, staring out the window in the direction of the office, apparently in deep thought. Shrugging to myself, I walked up and stood next to him, staring out of the window in the general direction that he was. He noticed me and turned abruptly, almost hitting me with his tea set. I stepped back quickly.

"Ah, welcome, ma'mn!" he announced, smiling. "Quite the performance today, if I dare say so myself."

"Um, thanks?" (I don't know if I should be glad he thinks that, considering that he didn't see much of my 'performance')

"Your efforts today can only help the Gatewater's 'rep,' as they say," he continued cheerfully, "Yes! Our reputation will swell as the hotel where the murderer used a wiretap! We can charge a premium for the room, of course. It will be great for business, ma'mn!" He was practically beaming with excitement.

"Though, technically, she didn't murder anyone, I see where you're coming from," I muttered.

He continued on, ignoring me. "I, too, will become famous! 'The Bellboy who brought the murderer ice coffee'...! So! You are our honored guest. Please let me know if there is anything I can bring you!"

I sighed. (Well, as long as he's offering…) "I am kind of hungry…" I muttered offhand.

The bellboy lit up. "Very good, ma'mn. I have just the thing." He walked over to the cart in the corner, which I had failed to notice, and brought me a sandwich on a tray. "Made not ten minutes ago, with fresh lettuce, creamy ranch dressing, delectable parmesan, and hand cut bologna on a French-style roll."

I could feel my mouth watering and my stomach clenching in anticipation, so I grabbed the sandwich and took a bite. It melted in my mouth. (Man, this is the best sandwich I've ever had… considering that I've never been one to put lettuce and cheese together…) "So, mind if I asked you a few questions?" I asked after swallowing my mouthful of sandwich.

"Not at all, ma'mn," he replied, "Anything to be of service."

"Mind if I ask about Miss May?" I took another bite of my sandwich.

"Oh, her? Ma'mn, not to boast but I knew the moment I saw her... 'She'd do it!' I said!"

I stared, pausing in mid chew to give him a look of confusion. I swallowed. "What about the man who was with her? Can you tell me anything about him?"

He nodded. "Ah, yes... He struck me as a real 'Lady Killer,' if you'll pardon the expression. I knew it from the moment I saw him, ma'mn. He and I are of the same ilk. We both carry the scent of... danger. If you had a photo of that man, I'm quite sure I could identify him."

I took another bite of my sandwich and fished the photo of White out of my bag. "This him?"

The bellboy took the picture and stared at it for a moment, analyzing every component of the person's face with extensive scrutiny. Finally, he handed back the picture. "That's him, Detective."

I sighed, spraying a few crumbs. "I'm not the detective." (I never want to be compared to Gumshoe. He's nice, but stupid. That's why he makes a good companion to Edgeworth. One has brains but lacks heart, and the other has heart, but lacks even common sense)

"Oh, I know that!" he quickly amended, "I just wanted to say 'Detective' once. You know how it is."

(Actually……yeah, I know what you mean) "You sure?"

"Without a doubt, that is the man who checked in with Miss April May." He confirmed, and then looked excited again, "How about I write an affidavit swearing that that's him?"

"Whatever floats your overly large tea set," I muttered, gulping down the last of the sandwich.

The bellboy walked briskly over to the table, put down his tray, and wrote down his affidavit on a piece of hotel stationary. When he finished, he folded it in thirds and handed it to me.

"Thank you," I replied with a smile, and turned to leave. When I got to the door, I paused and turned back. "And thanks for the sandwich."

When I entered the detention center, Maya was in questioning, even though I had no clue why the detectives still needed to talk to her. Miss May was available, however, so I asked for her to be brought in. As she walked in, she saw me and paused, her obvious lack of pleasure at my presence evident on her face.

"Well hello!" She chuckled sarcastically as she sat down, "I didn't expect anyone to visit me in such a dank place as this... It's really quite... moving." She snapped. "Not! You stinking lawyer! I hope you die! Have you come to laugh? Yes, laugh at the fallen Miss May!"

(Looks like she's still being difficult…) "I just want to talk to you."

"Unfortunately for you, there's nothing I want to talk ABOUT," she retorted.

I noticed the security guard semi-cowering in the corner, obviously freaked out by her attitude. "Listen, I'm only here because I need to know who it was that was with you, and where I can find them." (Although I know who it is, I need an explanation of how I knew it was them. I need her to be my 'alibi', in a sense)

April chuckled humorlessly. "I'm not gonna tell you."

"Please. I'm trying to help," I added.

"No way," she pouted, "I'm not telling, and that's that."

(She's getting on my nerves…) "Can you tell me about that wiretap, then? Why did you tap her phone?"

April glared at me. "I already told you. I don't want to talk to you, and I'm not gonna. You fancy-pants, hotshot lawyer. You think you're so smart…"

"And what the hell's with you? You're so pissed off at me. Okay, I mocked you in court, but that's not a reason to be so pissed at me!" I grumbled. (And you can always get up and leave if you don't want to talk to me…)

"That's it! I'm DEFINITELY not talking to you now!" she grunted, folding her arms and turning to face the wall. "No matter what!"

I sighed and pulled out the picture of Redd White. "Not even for this?"

April looked at the picture out of the corner of her eye and gasped, jumping back in her chair so abruptly that she almost fell backwards. "What…? How…?"

"This is him, isn't it? The man who was with you when you checked in. I know he is."

She shook her head firmly. "D-do you have proof that was him? Hmm? Y-yeah! Proof! Show me proof!"

I reached into my bag and pulled out the bellboy's affidavit. Unfolding it, I pressed it against the glass for her to read. "The bellboy says he is. There's no point hiding him any longer."

For a few minutes, April sat silently, pondering her options with a straight face. I waited, folding my arms and leaning back in my chair after I had packed away my evidence.

"Okay, fine. I'll talk. You... you win, Lawyer," she muttered, defeated. She looked up and noticed my flat expression and rigid posture. "What? Aren't you happy? I lose, you win. How come you're not jumping for joy or anything?"

(Snide as ever…) "I don't find other people's pain and failure fun, even if I win. Also, I've had a long day, I'm tired, and I still have a lot of investigating to do. Just tell me about him, okay?"

"That man..." She replied, "He's my boss. Redd White, the president of the information gathering conglomerate, Bluecorp. I suppose you could call them a detective agency."

"And that's all?"

She shifted uneasily in her seat, staring at the countertop. "I'm... I'm scared to talk. I don't want to end up like her!"

"Miss May, he's not going to get away with this," I stated confidently. "I'll make sure of it. For what he did to everyone: Mia, Maya, you, and even me, I assure you, he'll pay."

April stared at me in shock. "You… you plan to take him on!? You're crazy! He'll destroy you! Your life, your reputation… everything!"

I stood up. "I'm not concerned. He's done wrong, and I'm going to make him pay. My life? It's worthless if I let him get away with this. My reputation? I'm not worried. None of those things matter if I can't do this. He murdered my mentor, and I couldn't help her. I couldn't protect her. Now, the least I can do is protect her sister. And… for all the other people that he's made suffer. I'm going to end it, now!" (Maybe that sounded a bit too heroic, but that's how I feel right now. I'm not going to stop. I'll take him down, no matter what it takes!)

She sat silently, gaping in surprise at me. Her eyes suddenly dropped to her feet. "I'll tell you where Bluecorp is…"

I took out a notepad and scribbled down the address. "Thank you," I nodded, sliding the pad back in my bag as I turned to go.

"Ms. Giusto?" she called from behind me. I stopped and turned back, curious. She smiled at me. "Good luck… and be careful."

"Thanks," I smiled back, giving her a thumbs up as I left.

Bluecorp was easy enough to find, even without April's directions. The building looked like something out of a Batman movie, if not a bit smaller. The doors slid open as I walked in, and no one seemed to notice. The secretary at the front desk didn't even look up as I walked to the building directory. White's office was on the top floor, and despite my lack of energy, I didn't wish to see the inside of the elevators. It took a whole half an hour to walk up to the top.

Redd White's office was even more of an eyesore in person. I stood in the middle of the room, looking around, my head throbbing from the outrageous décor. (How can anyone live like this… oh wait, it's Redd White. That's normal for him…)

"Welcome!" a loud, obnoxious voice announced, making me jump with a squeak. White walked in and stood in front of me. "Please furnish me with the title of your personage!"

I didn't reply, shielding my eyes from his horribly bright pink suit.

"Your name!" he said, like he was repeating something to an idiot. "What's your name? I was just inquirably asking the title that you go by."

"A-Andrea Giusto," I answered. I stared at the wall just to the side of him so that I wouldn't have to unleash the horrid brightness of his appearance on my head.

"Ms. Giusto, is it?" He muttered, looking me over. "Right, I see... Splendiferous. Perhaps I have intimidated you with my giantesque vocabulary...? I'm Redd White, CEO of Bluecorp. You know, Corporate Expansion Official? My business dealings bring me into contact with the elite of the elite. So I'm afraid I am not used to conversing with the wordily-challenged." He said, gesturing in an offhand manner. He paused and looked me over again. "Hmmm, let me guess... You are an attorney fresh out of law school, are you not? That's the only explanation for why you would come to meet me like this!" He mused, "No matter. So, what business does a 'mighty' lawyer have with a man such as myself?"

I stared. (Excuse my reference to an anime, but…. This guy's arrogance level is over 9000…) "Um, I came to ask you a few questions… if you don't mind. I was wondering if you could tell me a bit about Miss May."

White chuckled. "She was my secretariat. What a shock it was to hear what she has done!"

"You mean the wiretap, right?"

"Indeed! She is paid to answer phones. Tapping them is NOT in her job description." He shook his head, scolding. "She does gather information for us as part of her duties. But, I assure you, we do not condone illegal methods! It is ineffable that she would do this."

(Well, just as I expected, he's an ass of an employer. I'm glad I don't work for him…) "On the night of the murder, you were in Miss May's room at the Gatewater hotel, were you not?"

"Who can say?" he shrugged. "I seldom pay attention to mundane details such as time and place. My motto is: 'Don't worry, be happy!'"

"But the bellboy clearly saw you. He said so in court." (Indirectly, of course…)

White paused, thinking, and then smiled. "No matter! The bellboy can say what he pleases. I still won't talk to you. If you want me to speak, put me on the witness stand! Although I doubt you'd be capable of doing that." He chuckled. "The police... the courts... To me they are mere toys. Playthings for my amusement!"

I rolled my eyes. (I know what he means, but still! The arrogant jerk…) Then I noticed the painting on the wall, the one from Grossberg's office. "Hey…about that painting…"

Confused by the changed of subject, White followed my gaze. "Yes?"

"I've seen it before, yesterday, somewhere else. I'm just wondering why it's here." I muttered, using the same offhand tone that he had used.

White paused, his expression hardening, "Ms. Sbaglia, was it?" he asked after a moment.

"Giusto," I corrected. (I understand Wrong from Wright, but how in the hell did he get that?)

"It appears you do not fully grasp your position here," he said, walking to the window to his right. "I ask again. Who are you?"

"A lawyer."

"No, my feeble friend. A 'mere' lawyer. Worth nothing. Zilch. Zippo. Nada! Just like that sorry excuse for an attorney, Grodyburger!" Suddenly, he spun around and punched me, right in the face. I stumbled back, pain sparking from the back of my head, and lost my balance. My backside hit the floor with a light thud.

"What the hell, you bastard!? What was that for!?" I shouted, glaring up in horror at him from my position on the floor. (Feeling shorter than this guy is unnerving…)

White laughed. "Well, Ms. Lawyer. What will you do, eh? Charge me with assault? Charge away, I welcome it! For it is YOU who will be found guilty! Heed my exposition! The police, the courts, they all do my bidding. I don't expect you to understand. It is a world beyond your compensation," he sighed, pausing in thought. "You came here from Grodyburger's, I presume?"

"In a way, yes," I answered, cautiously.

"Then you must ask him: Why is it that this painting of his hangs here? Perhaps then he will tell you? Perhaps he will explain how a man can live life purely for personal profit!" he turned his back on me, staring out the window, "Go now! Skedaddle! There is nothing more to discuss!"

Growling in anger, I picked myself up off the floor and walked out. A few people stared at me as I stormed down the hall, but no one said a word. On my way down, I took the stairs.

When I arrived back at Grossberg's office, he was there, staring at the blank space on the wall where the picture had been. He didn't notice me enter, so I walked up next to him and stood there, waiting. He still didn't notice me, so I cleared my throat.

"Jumping Jehosephats!" he screamed. He relaxed when he realized it was me. "Oh! You!"

"Hello!" I replied, smiling innocently. He started sweating even more. (He's really wound up. This must really be bothering him… or he's just afraid of me) "You look pensive. What's up?"

Grossberg shifted on his feet. "Ah, well…you see…I was just thinking about this whole mess."

"I see," I muttered, still staring at the wall.

He didn't speak for a few minutes. "I… saw the trial today," he muttered.

(After everything I said to you yesterday!?) "Is that so…?"

"Yes," he replied, "In fact, I admit, I'm quite impressed. I am very glad I came. Something was bothering me all last night, you see, couldn't get a wink of sleep. Mia's sister, that poor girl. My dear, I owe you my thanks, truly. I don't know what I would have done if things had gone poorly for the girl."

"If that's the case, then why didn't you defend her? I think I should know," I snapped.

"No, no, I'm sorry. It's just, I need more time to think about it, my dear," he grumbled in reply.

(I guess I'll be playing that card, then…) "I visited Bluecorp just now."

Grossberg jumped, shuffling a step away from me. "Oh? Oh, I see."

"I saw your painting, the one that was on this wall yesterday, in Redd White's office," I replied, nonchalantly. "He's blackmailing you, isn't he?"

Grossberg stumbled back a few steps and carefully rounded his desk, dropping himself slowly into his seat. He gestured for me to take the one across from him, but I stayed where I was. (I haven't forgiven you yet, buddy…) Understanding my attitude, he folding his hands in front of him on the desk and leaned against them.

"Very well," he sighed, the action seeming to release some stress from his demeanor. "This may be the chance I've been waiting for. Maybe it's time to get this off my chest, so I can finally rest easy again. After all, you were Mia's understudy. Perhaps it was fate?" He paused for a long moment, breathing slowly until he found the words he was searching for. "Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation. Bluecorp is a company that excels in finding people's weaknesses, I'm afraid. I've been paying them for fifteen years now... All because of the 'DL-6 incident,' as you may have guessed. As you suspected, I could not stand in defense of Maya because of this. White would have destroyed me if I did. It is hard for me to tell you this, my dear. But arresting Redd White will be nigh on impossible. He has information on everyone. It gives him an iron grip! He owns judges, attorneys, prosecutors, police... and politicians. They are bound, unable to do harm to themselves, and therefore, to him." Finished his story, he leaned back in his chair, exhausted but relieved.

"DL-6, huh…" I mumbled. (That incident… it leads up to everything. It's the beginning of the end…)

Grossberg nodded. "You've heard of it, correct?"

"Yes, to an extent. There was a murder in the court's elevator, fifteen years ago. It was a peculiar case and the police were desperate for leads, so they called in a spirit medium to call the spirit of the deceased. The man on trial, however, was found innocent, and the medium the police called upon for help was labeled a fraud. The case is still unsolved, from what I've heard," I explained, shifting back and forth on my sore feet.

"Correct on every detail," Grossberg announced, almost smiling. "The medium called upon was Misty Fey, Mia and Maya's mother. I did all I could for her, and in the end, cleared her of wrongdoing."

(This confirms everything I've heard from Maya, and what I remember from the storyline. Everything's going pretty much on track…) "Alright, then, what does this have to do with you? Why is White blackmailing you on it?"

"The DL-6 Incident was top-secret at the time," he replied, leaning into his folded hands again, "It made sense. The police didn't want people to know they were using a medium! They couldn't let people know. But one person found out. I... I told him. He offered me riches... It is an embarrassment to me now. Because I talked, the police were mocked far and wide. In secret, they began looking for the one who sold them out. Of course White heard about it, and he came to me. Only this time, the offer was blackmail."

I scratched my stiff shoulder. My evidence bag was getting kind of heavy. "I see…"

Grossberg closed his eyes. "You probably think that I'm a horrible person, and you have every right to…"

"Not really," I interrupted. He stared at me, surprised. (Why is everyone so surprised when I do something they weren't thinking I would do? Do I come off as such a horrible person? …Looking at him now, with all of this off his back, all I can see is an aging man who's truly sorry for what he's done. He's glad to have this off his shoulders and he's waiting to be judged, to know that he's done something no one can forgive him for. But I don't see that…) "Mr. Grossberg, I'm standing here, and I've heard everything you've said. Yes, for betraying Misty and the police and falling prey to White's trap so easily, you've done wrong, and I can't forgive you for that, but that's not all. You've been carrying this burden for fifteen years and you haven't fallen under the weight of it, and you've told me the truth. For that, I thank you."

"Ms. Giusto, I… I don't know…" he began, but stopped himself, swiveling his chair to stare at the blank wall. "White controls the law of this country as he sees fit. Yet, if you would still challenge him... Have a close look at Mia's office. She followed his every move for years. She may have recorded something of what she found."

(I… I understand. That's your way of thanking me, huh? Well, I couldn't have expected anything better) "Mr. Grossberg… I hope you can come to terms with yourself. Don't let everything that's happened stop you from doing what you think is right… or doing things to help others. I hope we meet again." Without hesitation, I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and headed out.

The police had already released the office by the time I got back, and the door was locked tight. Inside, the scent of fingerprint powder and sweaty police officers was overpowering, but I shifted through the unbearable wall of stench into Mia's office. The stench was even worse, so I opened the window and let in some fresh air. Glancing at the floor, I jumped back a few steps, steadying myself on the desk in my dizziness. I had been standing where Mia had been found. (Okay, enough freaking out. I have to start my investigation of the scene) I walked over to the book case Mia had used as her filing cabinet. Starting my search at the top, I spotted the bookmark I had been using in one of Mia's law texts. I quickly grabbed it from the shelf and shoved it in my bag, the strap digging into my shoulder with the extra weight.

"Let me see, let me see," I muttered to myself, skimming the shelves. "Files, files… Ah! Here we go. Files! A… B… C… D… E… F… 'Fey'…"

Grabbing the file, I sat down at Mia's desk, lightly dropping my bag to the floor as I began to read.

"''I have tarnished the Fey name.''" I recited, almost hearing Mia's voice reading for me, "'Leaving only these words, my mother vanished. I was determined to find the ones who had made my mother blame herself in this way. Using the E.S.P. that runs in my family, I held an audience with the dead. Finally, the names of two men surfaced. One was Marvin Grossberg, a lawyer who sold my mother's information for riches. The other was the man who sold that information to the press. This parasite, who makes his fortune on threats and coercion... His name is...'"

(White, of course…) I slid the file back into place. "Now, let's see… G, H, I; I skip. J, K, L, M; nothing of use. N, O, P, Q, R; still no good. S!" I pulled out the hefty file and placed it in my lap, thumbing quickly through the articles for the most disturbing one. "I need a good one…" I chuckled darkly. Finally, as if guided, my hand stopped on one article, labeled with 'White' in Mia's handwriting. Shrugging, I pulled it out and read it over.

"'Young politician found shot, mutilated beyond recognition'," I read out loud. "'A young politician by the name of Steven Sales was discovered to be dead yesterday. His remains were found washed up in a lake, severely damaged by a boat propeller. Investigators were able to confirm his identity earlier this morning based on his DNA. Mr. Sales' cause of death was announced as a gunshot through the head, fired into his brain through the roof his mouth. Police have arrested no suspects in this crime, believing it to be a suicide. This is believed to be in connection with the embezzling of government funds that Mr. Sales was discovered to be a part of, which was reported to police a week ago.' Well, I guess I found my disturbing article."

I slid the article carefully into my evidence bag and returned the large file to its proper place. Turning back to the shelves, I ran my finger over the remaining folders. (As expected, 'W' is missing… as if Mia was stupid enough to put her files on White in there. At least I have my ammo now. I can take on White, though it may take longer than expected. I'm not looking forward to my time in jail, but if I take down White, it'll be worth it) Picking up my bag, I swung it slowly over my shoulder and headed out, locking up behind me.

After my half-hour climb to the top floor of Bluecorp, I was exhausted. Everyone stared this time as I walked down the hall, lugging my heavy, bulky evidence bag along with me, breathing heavily to try and catch my breath. I pushed open the door to White's office and staggered in, biting my lip in concentration.

White, alerted to my presence, swung his chair around to face me and sighed. "Well, aren't you persistent."

(You bet your ass, jerk wad. I'm nailing you to the ground if it's the last thing I do) "Of course, Mr. White. I'm not finished speaking to you."

With a sigh, he stood up, remaining behind his desk. "Ms. Lawyer, I really hate having to repeat myself... But it seems the message has not yet penetrated your thick skull... Stop bothering me! If you try my patience further, I fear a nasty accident may occur. Do I make myself clear?"

"If you'll just look at this," I said, ignoring him as I pulled the newspaper article out of my bag, "I'll be out of your hair in no time." (After you get me arrested, that is…damn you…) "This is an article about a politician who committed suicide. He was discovered to have been stealing funds from the government. His crime was leaked to the media and he committed suicide the next day."

"And this concerns me how...?" he asked, spreading his hands in a 'who cares' gesture.

"This was in a folder in Mia's office with the word 'White' written on the side. There are tons of them!" I replied, sliding the article away in my bag. "Mr. White, you blackmailed this man, and many others. You still are. Bluecorp is a company that investigates people to gain blackmail material, and then you use that for your own personal gain!"

White didn't speak for a moment. Finally, he shook his head with a sigh. "What a bizarre accusation. Ms. Sbaglia... What is it that you should be doing now? Investigating me? No no no. I think not! You should be searching for the one who killed Miss Mia!" He reached across his desk and pressed the interphone button. The interphone beeped.

"[Secretary's Office, hello?]" a bored female announced from the other end.

"Ms. Sbaglia will be leaving now," White replied, his voice firm.

There was a cough on the other end. "[Yes, sir. I'll send someone right away.]" The intercom beeped off.

"Mr. White, you're the one that's wrong," I smirked.

White stared at me. "How so?"

"The person I should be going after is you," I replied. "Mia's been keeping tabs on you. You had Miss May tap her phone, and then she was murdered, and any documents of hers pertaining to you vanished. Isn't it interesting how the pieces fit together? The culprit is you!"

White stared at me silently for a moment, his expression flat with annoyance. Then he pressed the intercom button again.

The intercom beeped. "[Secretary's office.]"

"We won't be needing an escort for Ms. Sbaglia," White ordered, trying to keep his voice calm. "Instead, please connect me to the chief prosecutor's office."

"[Of course, sir. One moment please...]" There was a long moment of silence on the other end, followed by a click. "[White? That you?]" a female voice asked from the other end. The voice sounded immensely displeased. (It has to be Lana…) "[What are you doing calling me at a time like this!?]"

"Hello. Chief Prosecutor?" White replied, having regained the confident momentum in his voice. "I've changed my mind. I want to testify tomorrow."

"[What's this about?]" she asked, momentarily derailed.

White rolled his eyes. "The Mia Fey case. I witnessed the murder, you see. And, thus, as a very important witness, I would like to testify."

Lana paused. "[What? Why now? I thought you said you didn't want to go to court?]"

"Quietude...!" he snapped back, sounding slightly annoyed. "I told you I changed my mind, didn't I? Oh, and one other thing. Send the police over here right away. The woman is standing right in front of me. She looks dazed but could be violent!"

Another pause. "[What? What woman?]"

"Are you even listening?" White grumbled in irritation, "The executioner! The hatchet-man! The liquidator... The killer, man!"

"[Mr. White... this isn't another one of those...]" the voice on the other end began, sounding almost as annoyed as White.

He cut her off with a chuckle. "Chief Prosecutor. I do not believe you are in a position to freely offer your opinions to me, correct? I'm telling you to send the police, now!" The intercom clicked off and White turned back to me. "Did I not tell you, Ms. Sbaglia? You are a mere lawyer! As was Miss Mia. I'll point the finger at you, and you will be tried as Miss Mia's killer! The case is as good as settled. No lawyer of any worth will defend you. I have friends in the local lawyer's association, you see. You'll be given a lawyer so stupendously inept that they make even you look competent."

"I don't think so, White," I whispered, smiling confidently.

Suddenly, the doors to the office burst open and Gumshoe waltzed in. "Detective Gumshoe, reporting, sir! Aaa! Butz! Hairy Butz!"

I mentally slapped myself. "Geez, Detective, get the name right."

"Oh, right! Sorry, pal," he shrugged sheepishly. "Butz was that murderer, right?"

"Detective Gumshoe," White interrupted with a cough, "I present to you, the woman who killed Miss Mia Fey!"

Gumshoe almost jumped out of his trench coat. "W-what!?"

"Take this despicable human being into custody!" White commanded with pride.

Shrugging, Gumshoe handcuffed my wrists behind my back and led me out. White was smiling smugly as we left.

Gumshoe's patrol car was parked right outside the building. Few people gave it much notice. It was dented in a few places and the paint was scratched all over, but it seemed to possess the detective's love and attention. Gumshoe opened the door for me to get in the back.

I stared back at him. "You can un-cuff me now, Detective."

"Sorry, pal. I can't do that," Gumshoe replied.

"I promise I won't run away," I pleaded, smiling kindly.

After a few moments of mental deliberation, Gumshoe complied. "No funny business, alright pal?" He closed the back door with a light bang and opened the front door on the passenger's side. Nodding my thanks, I sat down, placing my bag in my lap.

The inside of the car was comparably better. It smelled clean, and the upholstery appeared in the same state. The driver's side door opened, Gumshoe sat down with a creak of the vehicle, and he started the car, the engine rumbling to life at a bearable sound level. We took off in the direction of the detention center.

"I can't understand why you'd do something like that, pal," he grumbled, more to himself than me, "You didn't seem like the type, especially since she was your mentor."

I sighed. "Maybe I'm not the type, but then again, maybe you're just not good at reading people, detective."

Suddenly, with a screech, Gumshoe pulled the car into an open spot on the side of the street. "What do you mean by that?"

"No offense," I muttered, gripping my seat, startled, "but you don't seem to be a very good judge of character." (That was…completely unexpected…)

"Then why don't you explain yourself to me, pal. Tell me about what I don't get about you," he said, staring through the windshield, out at traffic.

I sighed. "Think about it. Put yourself in my place for a moment. Someone close to you, someone you looked up to and trusted, is murdered, and the suspect is someone who you know for certain is innocent. What would you do? Would you let them suffer, or would you do something to help them? What would you do, Gumshoe?"

Gumshoe looked a little uncomfortable with my questions. "W-well, if I'm sure they're innocent… I'd do something about it! Of course I would!"

"And what if no one believed you?" I countered, "What if everyone was sure that person had done it, and no matter what you said, they would still be held responsible. Would you still fight to help that person, knowing in your heart that they're innocent?"

"Of course I would!" he answered instantly. "If I'm sure, then I'm sure."

I smiled softly. "And what would you do if you were faced with the real criminal? What would you do then?"

Gumshoe paused. "I'd arrest them!"

I mentally slapped myself. (Detective Gumshoe must have suffered some serious mental damage when he was younger. No one can be born this stupid…) "But what if you weren't a detective? What if arresting them was not an option? What would you do?"

Gumshoe thought again. "I'd probably kill them."

(And the Gumshoe strikes again… That isn't an option, again…) I sighed, frustrated.

Gumshoe, apparently, read my tone. "Why? What would you do, Ms. Giusto?"

"Me?" I chuckled. "Well, I'd bring the criminal to the one place that he wouldn't be able to escape what he's done."

"Where would that be?" he asked.

"Where else, Detective? Court. Even if I means getting arrested myself, I'd bring him to court and corner him with evidence," I answered.

When we arrived at the detention center, my arrest was processed. As I had expected, they confiscated my evidence bag, but luckily, Gumshoe didn't bother looking inside. I was led to a holding cell, and I stayed there over night. I didn't sleep; sleep was impossible for me then. During the night, I ran through all the songs I could remember from the different 'Ace Attorney' soundtracks, humming them to myself. By morning, I was irritable and felt totally disheveled, my hair in disarray. I wouldn't have noticed one of the guards arrive, but he gasped, and I looked up.

(Wait a second… I've seen this guy before…) "You're the guard from the visitor's room. I saw you yesterday," I muttered.

He looked a little flustered, and blushed. "Oh, you-you… remember me?"

"Of course I do," I replied, "Miss May scared you with her insane attitude."

"Oh, you saw that?" he laughed sheepishly. It sounded like he wished I didn't.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa… HOLD IT! Hold on a sec there! Does he… he can't… he likes me!? That's not possible! Guys have never liked me! … Then again, I don't look the same. I'm prettier here………… Maybe, just maybe, I can use this to my advantage. Though, I've never flirted with a guy before… Well, it's worth a shot…) I laughed. "Oh yes. You remember me, too, right?"

He blushed even more. "Y-yeah… you're, um… Maya Fey's lawyer, Ms. …Andrea Giusto."

"Wow, that's very impressive," I smiled, giggling.

The guard had to look away, his face burning bright red. "Well, I'm just… you know… uh… doing my job and all that."

"No, no, no!" I replied quickly, "You're really dedicated to your job, Mr. Security Guard."

He chuckled. "The name's Sampson Fredrick, ma'mn. Sampson's just fine… that's, uh, if you'd like…" He shrugged.

"Alright, Sampson. And, please, don't call me 'ma'mn'. Andrea's just fine, if you'd like," I chuckled back.

Sampson smiled. "If… if there's anything you'd, um… like, I'll be happy to get it for you."

(SCORE!) "There is, um… one little thing…" I mumbled, staring at the floor.

"What is it?"

"When they brought me in, I had a book I was reading in my bag. I had just started it, and it's really boring in here, with nothing to do," I explained. "Would it be wrong if I asked you for it, just to read while I'm here?"

He thought for a moment. "I don't think so. You'll have permission, but I'll have to look through it first, just to make sure you're not hiding anything."

"Sounds fine with me," I nodded.

"Alright, one minute." He turned around and walked off, leaving me alone again.

(Well, that was easier than expected. I didn't think I could flirt like that… but now I feel kind of bad. I don't like using people like that. I can't have something like this riding on my conscience at a time like this!)

Sampson came back, flipping quickly through the last pages of the book I had grabbed from the office. "Law, huh? Looks pretty complicated," he mumbled, handing the book to me though the bars.

I laughed. "Well, I am a lawyer. I live for complicated things. Thanks."

"Anything else you need?"

"Quiet. And I don't really want visitors," I replied, staring off at the wall. Noticing the drop in Sampson's expression, I smiled. "But you can come see me whenever you like. I like your company."

He snapped his fingers loudly. "I remembered! I remember why I came to talk to you now!"

I blinked. (Well, this was unexpected. At least I got my book…)

"The State Attorney's Office called. They've assigned an attorney to your case," he explained. "They've asked when a good time for a meeting would be."

"Never," I sighed, "Call them back and tell them they're wasting their time. I don't need an attorney; I am one. I'll be defending myself."

Sampson looked worried. "Are you sure about this, Andrea?"

"Of course. I know what I'm doing," I smiled.

"The fact that you're reading a law text isn't very reassuring," he mumbled, and then sighed. "Alright. I'll let them know. Andrea, be careful."

As Sampson walked away, I buried my nose into the text, reading over the parts Mia had underlined in her previous readings in extra detail. (I have to be prepared. Tomorrow is my standoff against White, and Edgeworth is going to be on his side. I have to make sure I know what I'm talking about when I go in there)

A few hours later, Sampson returned, looking very flustered. "There's someone here to see you," he explained when I gave him a concerned look. "I told her that you didn't want visitors, but she still won't leave. What should I do?"

I closed my book with a snap. "I'll go see them. I don't mind; I need to stretch."

Nodding in agreement, Sampson led me to the visitor's room. Maya was sitting on the other side of the glass, arms folded in determination, appearing to have planted herself there for good. She gasped when she saw me, and I shrugged, sitting down.

"Ms. Giusto…" Maya mumbled, startled.

"They let you out, finally. That's good to know," I sighed in relief.

Maya shook her head. "But now you're locked up! When I heard that you were in here in my place, I… I…" she almost visibly shrank in sadness and anger. "Why?"

"Well, I don't think that's something I'd like to be discussing right now, but White has to be stopped, and if I have to take him down like this, so be it," I piped up, folding my arms defiantly.

"White?" Maya jumped. "You don't mean…?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that White. Redd White."

"I don't believe it!" Maya shouted, getting to her feet, "How many people does that man need to destroy before he's satisfied!? My mother... My sister... And now you! This has gone too far! Ms. Giusto, please tell me, is there anything I can do?"

I paused. "Come to court tomorrow. Meet me in the defendant's lobby in the morning."

"What for?" Maya asked.

"You'll see!" I smirked. "We'll take down White together! As a team. What do you say?"

It took a moment for my words to sink in, but when they did, Maya joined me with a smirk of her own. "Yeah! Definitely."