In the defendant's lobby, Phoenix watched Dahlia some papers away.

"What is it?" Dahlia said, once she noticed.

"Nothing," Phoenix said, shrugging it off.

Dahlia eyes him skeptically for a moment, but dropped the subject and zipped her evidence bag. "Alright Nick, I'm going to investigate a few more things. I'll go to the detention center if I need to ask you any questions, okay?"

"By the all means," Phoenix said.

Phoenix was escorted out of the lobby to go back to his cell. Dahlia turned to Mia. "I'm going investigate the park again."

"Sounds good," Mia said. "I'll see you at dinner."

"Burgers?" Dahlia said.

"What else?" Mia said.

Dahlia smiled and left the courthouse. She flagged down a cab to take her to Exposé Park and soon found herself paying the driver and walking through the entrance. It wasn't much longer until she arrived at the crime scene and was confronted by a certain detective.

"Hold it, pal," Edgeworth said, walking over to Dahlia.

"Detective Edgeworth, nice to see you again," Dahlia said, plastering a fake smile on her face.

"I'm not letting you investigate the crime scene," Edgeworth said bluntly.

"Oh come on!" Dahlia said, dropping the act. "You let me last time. Why not now?"

"It's a matter of principal," Edgeworth said. "Besides, you've already seen it. Nothing's changed since then."

"Not true," Dahlia said. "Are you forgetting the Luminol tests?"

Edgeworth sighed. "No. You know what, fine pal. Put these glasses on, don't touch anything and knock yourself out."

The detective handed Dahlia a pair of glasses with red lenses. She put them on and looked at the dark red stain on the ground. Certain spots were suddenly a luminescent blue.

"Wow, I can't believe how much of that just red paint," Dahlia said.

"I was surprised too," Edgeworth said. "But it doesn't change anything, pal. There's still a mountain of evidence against Phoenix. Prosecutor Butz isn't done yet."

"The three of you were friends, right?" Dahlia commented. "You, Nick and Butz?"

Edgeworth flinched. "Y-yes, in grade school. Then…"

"What happened?" Dahlia said.

5 Psyche Locks appeared, locking down the chains that guarded the secret in Edgeworth's heart. "Forget it, pal."

Dahlia touched where her Magatama was underneath her hoodie. I don't have any evidence. I guess I don't really need to know right now. But man do I hate leaving those things alone. Dahlia took off the glasses and gave them back to Edgeworth.

"Thanks," Dahlia said. "So is there anything else you want to show me?"

"No," Edgeworth said, taking out an organizer and flipping through it.

Dahlia crossed her arms and swayed her hip to the side. "Fine."

She walked away to investigate the rest of the park, hoping to run into Lotta again. She wasn't disappointed. Lotta was leaning on a lamp post, talking to a girl with shoulder length dark hair with a strange white headband. Lotta said something, and the girl turned her head and giggled. A chill ran up Dahlia's spine.

"Hey Dahlia, what's up?" Lotta said, motioning in her over.

"Hi Lotta," Dahlia said, walking over. "Who's this?"

"Call me Violetta," the girl said with a fragile voice. Dahlia was reminded of a porcelain doll; then she noticed that the girl's headband was, in actuality, bandages. I wonder what that's about.

"I'm Dahlia Fey," the defense attorney said. "You know Lotta?"

"We used to play together, when we were kids," Violetta said. "Lotta told me about you. You're a defense attorney, aren't you?"

I once saw a horror movie about a porcelain doll. Dahlia pushed back the thought. "Yeah, I'm an attorney."

"That's nice. I'm a secretary," Violetta said. "Have you ever heard of Tender Lender? It's a loan company."

"Tender Lender, huh?" Dahlia said.

"Here's our card," Violetta said. "You should come by sometime."

"I'll keep that in mind," Dahlia said, taking the business card. Win Through Compromise, huh?

"Well, I should get back to the office," Violetta said. "Have a nice day, Lotta. You too Ms. Fey."

She walked away, taking careful, delicate steps. Lotta shivered. "I like her plenty, but something about her gives me the creeps sometimes."

"I can understand that," Dahlia said.

"So I take it you're investigating again?" Lotta said.

"Yeah, I got a few things to look into," Dahlia said. "Remind me again what you witnessed?"

"Well, I guess I technically didn't see the murder," Lotta said. "My camera did. But when I put my camera down, the only two people I saw were that Maggey Byrde and your client. But before all that I heard two people screaming."

"Right," Dahlia said, smirking. "Two women."

Lotta chuckled. "That's all I got, I'm afraid. Those two photos tell my whole story."

"A spiky-haired killer shooting the victim and the defendant holding a knife," Dahlia said. "Where were you when you took these pictures anyway?"

"I was just walking around," Lotta said. "I was a bit of a distance away, but my camera happened to be zoomed in so the photos look close up."

"I see," Dahlia said. "Say Lotta, can I ask you something about Violetta?"

"You want to know about the bandages, right?" Lotta said.

"Do you know what happened to her?" Dahlia said.

"Some kind of accident," Lotta said. "I don't know any details, though. Never asked. She was never the same afterwards though. Come to think of it, pretty soon after her surgery she started working at Tender Lender."

"Really?" Dahlia said.

"Yeah," Lotta said. "I'm not so sure it's the best place for her though."

"What do you mean?" Dahlia said.

"Well, Tender Lender has a bit of a reputation," Lotta said. "You see the slogan on that business card?"

"Win through compromise?" Dahlia said.

"You know what it means?" Lotta said, crossing her arms protectively. "If need be, compromise the customer."

Dahlia shivered. "That's not good."

"I really worry about her sometimes," Lotta said. "Oh, what's this?"

Lotta picked up a little doll barely larger than her thumb on a chain. "This is Violetta's keychain. She must have dropped it."

"Is she still nearby?" Dahlia said, looking around.

"I doubt it, she's probably on a bus headed for Tender Lender," Lotta said. "I'll have to give it back to her next time I see her."

"I'll return it to her," Dahlia offered.

"Would you?" Lotta said. "That would be great. Do you know where the company is?"

"I've never even heard of it before," Dahlia said honestly.

"Well, have you ever been to this French restaurant, Tres Bien?" Lotta said.

"I know where it is, but I've never actually gone inside," Dahlia said.

"Don't," Lotta said. "It's like over-priced cat food. Except the cats won't eat it either. But Tender Lender is just done the road from there."

"Got it, thanks," Dahlia said, taking the keychain.