May 15, 3:00 P.M. Remnants of the Los Angeles Police Department

As soon as Phoenix, Maya, and Pearl re-entered the department, Gumshoe asked, "What are you pals doing here?!"

Phoenix held the inflammatory newspaper in the air and waved it around a little bit. "This newspaper," he said, "defamed spirit mediums. I found it lying in the street."

Gumshoe looked at the paper carefully, and inspected every square inch of it, including the font type. He asked, "Could someone turn off the lights, please?"

The lights dimmed and shut off. The detective held a black light in his left hand and he scanned the front page.

On the bottom right corner, he saw a greenish fingerprint; specifically, a thumbprint. He sneered, "Looks like someone didn't wash their hands before they put their claws on this."

Pearl asked, "Your point being, Detective Dick?"

"If someone put their hands on it, we could potentially find out who reads these newspapers."

Phoenix sighed, "Even if we do find out who reads these newspapers, we still don't know who even..."

Gumshoe interrupted, "What if the person who wrote it threw it on the ground before you picked it up, and no one else touched it besides him?"

Maya gasped, "We'll figure out who made the paper!"

Walking over to a scanning machine, Gumshoe laid the newspaper flat against the laser diode, which made a facsimile of the original fingerprint. The image was then scanned into a computer. The image popped up on the monitor, and Gumshoe placed a chair in front of the computer.

He typed in a few keywords and hit "Enter". The screen read: SCANNING PRINTS. PLEASE WAIT...

There was a moment of silence as the computer did its job. Suddenly, a computerized voice announced, "One match found." Gumshoe clicked the image, and up popped a face.

The computer read, "The scanned print was the closest to the fingerprint registered to Iate Digoxin, a prosecutor in Los Angeles County. He was born on July 3, 1949. He passed the bar exam in 1970, and registered with the U.S. Attorney's Office. He went undefeated in court until 2011, where he was defeated by the defense attorney Diego Armando. He retired from law shortly thereafter. His current whereabouts are a mystery."

Maya's eyes shot open wide. "Digoxin... he must have wrote it! But why?"

Gumshoe said, "I may have an explanation for that, Maya. When Digoxin lost to Godot..."

Phoenix grunted and got a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Er, Mr. Armando, he became disgruntled and wanted to eliminate lawyers."

Phoenix guessed, "So you're saying that Digoxin is the Mad Bomber?"

Gumshoe replied, "Not necessarily. We don't have any evidence to prove that he is the Mad Bomber. Saying that he is responsible for those bombings is all speculation. We don't have evidence to prove that he is at fault. It just appears that he may be the Mad Bomber."

Phoenix suggested, "And he also blew up bombs at Hazakura Temple and did that Kurain Massacre because he hated Mia because she helped Diego?"

Maya thought, "That very well may be the case, Nick." Gumshoe let the paper fall from his hands and rest upon the floor.

He walked to the other half of the room and opened a window. Outside, he saw a group of around 30 kids standing on the far end of a football field. They all stood in a clump and looked at a group of 6 other, older kids. Gumshoe's ears picked up the sounds from outside.

He heard four claps and someone say, "Band ten hut!"

Gumshoe slid his right foot to his left foot, raised his arms and yelled, "Attack!"

Phoenix cocked his head at the detective and curiously said, "What the hell?!"

Gumshoe sweated a little and answered, "Sorry. My nephew is in a marching band. He's in 9th grade. I remember when I was in marching band..."

Pearl asked, "Really? What's his name?"

Gumshoe said, "Derek Gumshoe. He's my brother's oldest. Man... my brother is almost 16 years older than me. My parents were 23 when he was born. Derek plays the trumpet. When I was in band, I played the trombone."

Phoenix remarked, "I played the trombone when I was in band, too!"

Maya added, "Hey, Nick! Maybe we should start a marching band after this whole 'Mad Bomber' situation is cleared up! Or better yet, let's get Larry and Edgeworth to join it!"

Phoenix sighed, "I don't know, Maya. I mean, what would we do?"

"We could march in parades and perform at football games..."

Phoenix wondered, "Maya, we could join a marching band already in existence."

She yelled, "Great idea, Nick!"