The more Dahlia spoke with April May, the more she hated her. The woman obviously didn't understand the meaning of decency, though "seduce" seemed to be in her dictionary.
"So Ms. Fey, you're a lawyer? That's neat!" April said. "Who's your big, strong friend again?"
"Phoenix Wright, nice to meet you," Phoenix said, smiling.
"So Ms. May," Dahlia said, what to get it over with. "You witnessed the murder?"
"It was so freaky," April said, looking like a child about to cry. "I saw the whole thing."
"What happened?" Phoenix said.
"Not so fast," April said. "A handsome detective told me to keep quiet until court."
"Thanks, Edgeworth," Dahlia said, rolling her eyes.
"No not that one!" April said. "The one with sandy hair! He's got a green shirt and a sparkly necklace."
"You mean Larry?" Phoenix said.
"Is that his name?" April said, tapping her chin.
"Yes and he's a prosecutor, not a detective," Dahlia said.
April just giggled.
Dahlia rubbed her temples. "Is there anything you can tell us?"
"Nope," April said, smiling.
"Come on," Phoenix said. "Just a sneak-peek of something?"
"Ooh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" April said.
Phoenix blushed. "No, that's not what- I mean- I- um…"
Dahlia punched her assistant in the arm. Said assistant went from bright red to ghostly pale the instant he saw Dahlia's furious glare.
Phoenix took a careful step back; then bolted. Dahlia chased after him.
"You're over-reacting!" Phoenix shouted.
"Come back and say that to my face then!" Dahlia said.
Edgeworth leaned against a wall, watching the defense team tear through the mall. Through a strange set of circumstances that the detective didn't even bother to fathom, Dahlia had acquired a rubber mallet to threaten her assistant with. He chortled. "They're definitely Kay's type of defense team. Just hang in there, little raven."
The trial was going to start in a few minutes. Dahlia and Phoenix were in the defendant's lobby, waiting for Kay to arrive.
"Think we have enough?" Phoenix said.
"No," Dahlia said. "But I think we'll pull through."
"Comforting," said a girl's voice.
Dahlia noticed Kay, sitting on the couch. "When did you get here?"
"About a minute ago," Kay said, cheerfully. "Say, Phoenix? Are you alright?"
Phoenix unconsciously touched the bruise on his forehead and immediately regretted it. "I don't know. I might have a concussion."
"No one's buying it, Nick," Dahlia said.
Phoenix huffed. "World's greatest boss."
"It's more of a partnership, really," Dahlia said. "Unless I need you to do something for me."
"So what's the strategy here?" Kay said. "Courtroom stuff has always interested me. Investigations too."
It'll be nice to see somehow in such high spirits sitting in the defendant's chair. Dahlia flashed a confident smile. "Really now?"
Kay nodded her head; it was almost like a bow. "Mm-hmm. Uncle Edgey lets me help him investigate sometimes!"
She's kind of cute. Dahlia casually put her hands in her pockets. "Well, it's time for the trial. Are you ready?"
"Of course," Kay said, pumping her fist. "Go and snatch up the truth, I believe in you."
Dahlia felt motivated by the statement. It was important for a defense attorney to believe in her clients, but it was more important for her clients to believe in her.