July 29, 11:00 A.M. Wright and Co. Law Offices

Phoenix sat in the lobby, reading through a somewhat thick, hardcover piece of literature. Maya walked over to him. She asked, "Nick, what are you reading?"

He replied, "My old high school year book. This one was from my freshman year, which was back in 2006."

The cover read: James Madison High School: 2006-2007.

She gasped, "You went there? Didn't they just start band camp this week?"

He answered, "I think so. I remember back to when we saw that parade in the middle of downtown last month? Didn't they announce that band camp took place in late July?"

Maya realized, "Oh! Now I remember..."

Phoenix thought, "I remember the days of the Mad Bomber all too well. The son of Shelly de Killer made a retired prosecutor become his accomplice and plant bombs all over the place. de Killer II also made a bullet train go into one of the District Court's courtrooms. But he was executed early this month for his crimes."

Pearl yelled from across the room, "Mr. Nick! What's all of this talk about band?"

He explained, "Well, band is a class where you play a musical instrument. Marching band is a variation of band in which you get into these fancy uniforms with hats and march on a football field at halftime."

The young Fey screamed, "That sounds really fun, Mr. Nick! Did you happen to do it while you were in school?"

Phoenix said, "Yes. I played the trombone. You know what! I have some pictures we took of the whole band at this one competition back when I was 15."

After disappearing into the filing cabinet for a minute or two, Phoenix returned with a large, almost foot long picture. He held it up for the Fey women to see. His finger came to rest on the middle-right part of the second riser. The lawyer explained, "This is me."

Maya took a good, in depth look at Phoenix, but she didn't see his spiky, black hair at all. She asked, "Nick, where's your hair?!"

He sighed, "You have to keep all of your hair in the hat, Maya, if you were in marching band, you would have to find a way to keep all of your hair in the hat."

She yelled, "So, Nick?! You don't look the same without those hair spikes!" The attorney agreed, despite having to remind the spirit medium of the rules involving hair once more.

Pearl suggested, "Let's go down and see what those people are doing, Mr. Nick! I want to see what goes on at band camp!"

Phoenix sighed, "OK."

But then, a loud bass drum hit hit all of their ears. A man shouted, "Don't miss this special edition of the 11:00 news, right here on the Ratchet Network!" A news theme played, and they rushed over to the television, which had probably been on for a while before the news broadcast aired.

A man announced, "Hello. I'm Harry Ratchet, and now comes some breaking news from Los Angeles! Bethany Andrews, a band director employed by James Madison high School has been arrested on charges of murder and false imprisonment after the dead body of a student was found in the men's locker room.

The student was identified as Reginald Simmons, a senior, and one of the best musicians the school district has ever seen. Ms. Andrews will be put on trial tomorrow for her charges."

Maya gasped, "Oh, boy. Now that's just insane."

Pearl insisted, "Mr. Nick, you've got to defend her in court! You're the best defense attorney ever!"

Phoenix agreed almost immediately. "I don't see why I shouldn't take the case. After all, I went to school there, and Bethany is probably innocent! No band director I know would kill one of their best students in cold blood!"

Maya gasped, "What are we waiting for? Let's get down to the Detention Center before some state attorney sees her!"