"You were great in there guys," Kay said from the other side of the glass.
"Thank you, but why didn't you tell us the mall wasn't the crime scene?" Dahlia said, testily drumming her fingers on the counter.
"You never asked," Kay said, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess I just figured everybody knew already."
"If that had been the case, would you have been arrested in the first place?" Dahlia said.
Thick, heavy chains rolled over Kay's heart and trapped her secrets within. Keeping the chains in place were 3 Psyche-Locks. Dahlia widened her eyes. She's hiding something?
"Are you okay?" Kay said. "Your mouth is hanging open."
Dahlia closed her mouth. "I'm fine, thank you. So is there anything else you want to tell us?"
"I don't think so," Kay said.
Dahlia looked at her for a moment; then stood up. "Okay, we'll see you later then. Come on Nick."
Dahlia and Phoenix walked out of the Detention Center together. Phoenix watched Dahlia, who had her head down.
"Hey Dahlia, is something up?" Phoenix said.
Dahlia crossed her arms. "Kay's not telling us something."
"How can you be so sure?" Phoenix said.
"I guess I never did really explain it, did I?" Dahlia said. She showed Phoenix her red Magatama. "You know how Maya's a spirit medium?"
"Yeah, she told me about that. That's why she wears those weird robes," Phoenix said.
"Well, all Fey women have spiritual powers," Dahlia said.
Phoenix cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously? So then you're spirit medium too?"
"No, I never had much spiritual power," Dahlia said. She touched the charm on her necklace. "I gave up on my training pretty early. But one area I'm actually pretty good with is Magatamas."
"That charm?" Phoenix said. "What does it do?"
"When people lie, they lock away their secrets in their heart. Or rather, their psyche," Dahlia said. "I can charge my Magatama with the spiritual energy that I have and see the locks on people's heart."
"Really?" Phoenix said, still processing the new information. "So if I lie, you'll know?"
"Always," Dahlia said. "As long as I have my Magatama, which I keep with me at all times. Remember that tiger guy in the defendant's lobby? The one that scared you into hiding behind the couch?"
Phoenix rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe."
"He had Psyche-Locks on him," Dahlia said. "That's why I brought out my Magatama. When I show a person this nifty little charm, I can break their locks and find out the truth. But I need evidence."
"Wow," Phoenix said. "So you're saying that Kay has these Spirit Locks on her?"
"Psyche-Locks," Dahlia corrected. "And yes, 3 of them."
"How many can a person have?" Phoenix inquired.
"The most ever seen in recorded history is 5," Dahlia said. "Depending on the person, they can be tough nuts to crack."
"Oh," Phoenix said. "So what do we do?"
"If Kay won't tell us what's going on, we'll have to see what we can find out on our own," Dahlia said. "We should start with Bluecorp, the real scene of the crime."
They hailed a taxi to take them to the information company. When they arrived, Dahlia looked up at the tall building. It was, as to be expected, blue.
"Wow," Phoenix said. "This is a big building. How are we supposed to find the one room Ron DeLite was murdered in?"
"We'll just have to look for police officers," Dahlia said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, pal! I'm going to need you to stay back!"
Dahlia and Phoenix turned their heads and saw a man in a brown coat sprinting down the sidewalk.
"Edgeworth?" Dahlia said.
"I think so," Phoenix said.
Moments later, a woman in a blue uniform ran down the sidewalk. Dahlia didn't have to be very close to see she was elderly.
"Oh, Edgey-boy!" the woman said. "Don't run away from me!"
"I already told you I'm not looking for a relationship!" Edgeworth shouted behind him.
"You're just playing hard to get!" the woman said. "But don't worry, I'll never give up!"
"That's not what I meant, pal!" Edgeworth said as he made a sharp turn around the corner of the building. The old woman, not far behind, did the same. Dahlia and Phoenix just stood there.
"Edgey-boy?" Dahlia said.
"Relationship?" Phoenix said.
They glanced at each other. Phoenix smiled, and he and Dahlia burst out laughing.
"Ha ha! I can't wait to hear this story!" Phoenix said.
Just then, they heard a rather feminine-sounding scream.
"I don't think that was the old lady," Dahlia said, then laughed again.
Phoenix cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. "Hypocrite!"
"SHUT UP!" Edgeworth shouted.
Dahlia's shoulders shook. "You want to go rescue him?"
Phoenix grinned. "Not really."
Dahlia and Phoenix strolled around the corner of the building and found a side door wide open. They stepped inside the building, which had blue floor tiles, and wandered around a bit.
"I think I finally lost her," Dahlia heard Edgeworth say nearby.
Quietly, Dahlia poked her head around the corner of the hallway. Edgeworth was facing away from her, hands against his knees. The defense attorney looked at Nick and put a finger to her lips. Dahlia carefully snuck behind the detective.
She put her hand on the back of his neck while she said, "Edgey-boy."
The poor detective squealed and jumped back. He turned to face Dahlia with eyes reminiscent of a trapped animal. He sighed when his mind fully registered who was standing front of him.
"That was not funny, pal," Edgeworth said, glaring at Dahlia.
"What's that thing lawyers always say?" Phoenix said. "Oh yeah. Objection."
"Shut it, Phoenix. You're not a lawyer," Edgeworth said.
"Yeah, I guess it doesn't really suit me does it?" Phoenix said. "That's like you being a prosecutor."
"As if I would ever do that," Edgeworth said, rolling his eyes.
"So Edgeworth, you little devil," Dahlia said. "Who's the lady?"
"Be quiet," Edgeworth said, shooting daggers at the defense team.
"Alright, I'm sorry," Phoenix said.
Dahlia forced back a laugh when she saw a Psyche-Lock appear in front of her assistant.
"Seriously though," Phoenix said. "Who was that?"
"Ms. Oldbag is a security guard," Edgeworth said.
"Aw, you both have nicknames for each other," Dahlia said.
"I'm not kidding, that's her name. Wendy Oldbag," Edgeworth shivered.
"Wow, really?" Phoenix said. "I almost feel bad for her."
"I don't," Edgeworth muttered.
"Say, is she still running around here looking for you?" Dahlia said uneasily, looking around the hallway. I don't really want to meet her.
"No, I told her I needed her to guard one of the storage rooms," Edgeworth said.
"Oh, so do you know where the crime scene is?" Dahlia said.
"Using Luminol the forensics team found a lot of blood in one of the storage rooms, among other things. We're pretty confident we got it right this time," Edgeworth said.
"Great, we'll go check it ou… wait a minute," Dahlia said. "Didn't you say your girlfriend was guarding a storage room?"
"No, I said that lunatic security guard was guarding a storage room," Edgeworth said testily. "And I told her that under no circumstances was she to let outsiders in, meaning anyone not wearing a police badge."
"Dude!" Phoenix said. "How are we supposed to get in?"
"I wasn't thinking of that," Edgeworth said with a small, malicious smirk. "Oh well, you'll figure something out. You don't need a hypocrite's help, pal."
"I thought you wanted Kay to be found innocent?" Dahlia said. "That poor girl, she was bawling in the detention center. She was scared out of her mind, shaking, crying for her Uncle Edgey to come save her, saying how all the other prisoners were lashing out verbal assaults, and she had that awful black eye-"
"Stop it!" Edgeworth said, covering his face with his hand. "I know that's not true!"
"You get the picture," Dahlia said.
"Fine pal, I'll take you to the crime scene," Edgeworth said. "But no more jokes, got it?"
"Got it," Dahlia said.