Dahlia thanked Lotta for the photo walked away, staring at the blurred image of the shooter. My client's not the killer, is he? I guess a hairstyle isn't really the most concrete evidence, but how common can a look like that be?

Dahlia sighed and put the photo away. Maybe I can get some info out of Detective Stick-in-the-mud.

Dahlia found that Edgeworth hadn't left the crime scene and went up to him. "I'm back."

"Oh joy," Edgeworth deadpanned.

Time to take down those Locks! Dahlia pulled out the chain around her neck and her red Magatama came out from under her hoodie. Dahlia once again saw the huge red locks over big bulky chains.

"Would you please stay out of the way? I'm not going to socialize with you about the case," Edgeworth said.

"Why are you so uptight about it?" Dahlia said.

"I told you, I'm not at liberty to speak of the case with the defense," Edgeworth said.

"Maybe, but every time I even mention the case you immediately shut me down," Dahlia said. "There's got to be more to it."

"It's called professionalism, something you seem to lack," Edgeworth said.

"No, it's called avoiding the subject," Dahlia said. "And I know why."

"Do you now?" Edgeworth said.

"Yes," Dahlia said and showed him Maggey's profile. "The reason is the victim herself."

The profile piqued Edgeworth's curiosity.

"And not just the victim," Dahlia continued. "It's her relation to Detective Gumshoe."

"What do you know about that?" Edgeworth said.

"I saw him earlier," Dahlia said. "He looked at least a few years older than you. And someone mentioned that he had gone to check on his pupil. He was your mentor, wasn't he?"

Edgeworth cringed. "Yes, that would be true. He and my father taught me just about everything I know. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Detective Gumshoe knew the victim rather well, didn't he? Like, really well. If you get what I'm saying," Dahlia said. Even though I' pretty sure he's the mouth breather that flirted with me on my first case.

Edgeworth sighed. "How did you know about that?"

"A little bird told me," Dahlia said. She waited for the shattering sound of a Psyche-Lock breaking, but nothing happened. That should have broken one of the locks. What's going on?

"Is there another reason you won't talk about the case?" Dahlia asked.

Edgeworth looked away.

"There's more to this, there's another reason," Dahlia said. "Is it another person?"

Edgeworth bit his lip. "Look pal, just go already. I'm not here to chat with you about Detective Gumshoe, or Maggey, or anyone else involved I this case. Save it for the trial."

Argh! I can't continue if I don't get past this! Who could this other person be? Who else is involved? Dahlia racked her brain, and something came up. I can't be sure though, and if I don't have something to back it up I'll never get anything out of him.

"Alright, Chatty-Cathy, but I'll be back," Dahlia said, hiding her Magatama once more.

"You already said that," Edgeworth said.

Dahlia walked out of sight, then made her hand talk in a whiny voice. "You already said that. Blah, blah, blah."

She hailed a taxi to take her to the detention center. When she reached her destination, Dahlia paid the driver and went into the building. Soon, she was sitting across from her client, Phoenix Wright.

"Hey Nick," Dahlia said.

"Hi," Phoenix said. "I didn't think I'd see you again so soon."

"Well, I have to ask you something," Dahlia said.

Phoenix shifted around, "What?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious," Dahlia said. "I was just wondering, does the name "Miles Edgeworth" ring any bells?"

"Miles?" Phoenix said; recognition evident in his tone. "Yeah, I know him."

"I knew it," Dahlia said.

"Wait, don't tell me," Phoenix said, looking down. "Is he the detective in charge of my case?"

"Well, there's more than one detective on the scene," Dahlia said. "I don't know which ones in charge."

"Great," Phoenix said. "Not even Miles will think I'm innocent now."

"Is he a friend of yours?" Dahlia said.

"Yeah, we've known each other since grade school," Phoenix said. "He always wanted to be a detective, even back then."

"Really?" Dahlia said.

Phoenix nodded. "Does he really think I did it? Did he actually say it?"

"I can't get him to say anything," Dahlia said. "Got anything to loosen him up?"

"Loosen Miles up?" Phoenix said incredulously.

"At least something that will get him to listen to me," Dahlia said. "Like something only you know, perhaps?"

Phoenix rubbed his chin. "Something only I would know… let's see. I know! Ask him '25-15-21 space 23-1-14-20 space 1 space 3-15-15-11-9-5?" I guarantee you it will get his attention."

"You've certainly captured mine," Dahlia said, completely lost.

Phoenix noticed the confused look on her face and scratched the back of his neck. "It's a code."

"Of course," Dahlia said. "What does it mean?"

"It's a long story," Phoenix said sheepishly.

"Well, I guess I better go ask Edgeworth 25-15-21 space 23-1-14-20 space 1 space 3-15-15-11-9-5?"

"You got it," Phoenix said. "Thank you again for taking my case."

"You're not out of jail yet, Nick," Dahlia said. "But I'll do my best."

Dahlia tried to flag down a cab, repeating the message under her breathe so the she wouldn't forget. Finally, a taxi came to a stop and the driver asked where she wanted to go.

"25-15-21 space 23-1-14-20 space 1 space 3-15-15-11-9-5!" Dahlia said.

The driver just gave her a blank stare.

"Sorry," Dahlia said. "I meant Exposé Park."

"I can see how you'd get the two mixed up," the driver said, earning a glare from Dahlia.

The drive was quick, so Dahlia was soon paying the driver and walking back to the park. Edgeworth was still investigating, but then Dahlia hadn't been gone for very long. She got out her Magatama and approached the detective.

"Hello again," Dahlia said.

"You're a persistent one," Edgeworth commented dryly.

"Thank you," Dahlia said. She watched the Psyche-Locks reappear. Okay, I think I'm ready this time.

"Alright Edgeworth, I know why you won't talk to me," Dahlia said.

"Oh, so that other time doesn't count?" Edgeworth said.

"Look, I know the victim is the girl your mentor liked," Dahlia said. "But there's more."

"Enlighten me," Edgeworth said.

Dahlia presented Phoenix's profile. "The suspect is your pal."

Edgeworth looked stoic, but Dahlia knew it was just a front. "Your mentor's love and your grade-school friend, you're not in the best position are you Edgeworth?"

"How do you know that I knew Phoenix Wright in grade school?" Edgeworth asked.

"I spoke with him earlier, and he told me to ask you something," Dahlia said. "25-15-21 space 23-1-14-20 space 1 space 3-15-15-11-9-5?"

Edgeworth's eyes widened and Dahlia finally heard the sound of a shattering Psyche-Lock that had eluded her. "Um, no thanks."

Dahlia raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean anyway?"

"Not important," Edgeworth said. "What matters is that you were right. However, that doesn't mean I should tell you anything about the case or let you into the crime scene."

"You might as well," Dahlia said. "I already know a lot about this case."

"Oh really, pal?" Edgeworth said. "Then how did the victim die?"

Dahlia showed Edgeworth Lotta's blurry photo. "She was shot."

"Where did you get that?" Edgeworth said, stunned.

"Exactly where you think I got it from," Dahlia said. "That's right; I know who the witness is too. I found out a lot outside the crime scene, actually."

"Then why do you still want to look so badly?" Edgeworth said.

"So I can find the truth," Dahlia said. "If I don't find out what happened, Phoenix gets punished for a crime he didn't commit and Maggey's real killer gets away scot free. Unless you really think your friend murdered someone."

Edgeworth grimaced. The second Psyche-Lock shattered and the chains retreated. "Alright, you can look. Just don't touch anything, pal."

Dahlia put her Magatama away and crossed the police tape. "So, did you get an autopsy done?"

"Yes, here's a spare copy," Edgeworth said, handing her a manila envelope.

"Wow, thanks," Dahlia said.

"She was shot in the abdomen from point blank range," Edgeworth said.

"Point blank, huh?" Dahlia said, skimming through the report. "Hey, could I ask you something?"

"You might as well, doesn't mean I'll answer," Edgeworth said.

Perky! "Who's easel is that?" Dahlia said.

"Phoenix is an art student," Edgeworth said. "That would be his."

"No canvas?" Dahlia said.

"It's been taken away as evidence," Edgeworth said.

Dahlia went up to the easel to get a better look. It was a plain wooden easel with various paint splatters along the edges. Attached to it was a tray full of paint jars. There were a few shades of green, blue and orange and red. Dahlia put on a rubber glove and picked up a red paint jar and found that it was completely empty. Maybe I should make a note of these.

"Say, who's prosecuting anyway?" Dahlia said.

"You've probably heard of him, he's a renowned district attorney. He's even been in the paper a few times," Edgeworth said.

Great, second trial and I get to go against that. "What's his name?"

"Prosecutor Larry Butz," Edgeworth said.

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