"So, now we are going to explain to all of you the details of Iris Hawthorne's abduction and how we think it might be related to the other two missing girls'," Maya explained while trying to plug the long (and old) cable into her computer.

Miles was still assuming the situation. After Phoenix Wright had introduced himself, his team did so too. He remembered the girl, Maya, from Christmas dinner at Captain Fey's house a year ago. He knew she was in the FBI but did not know she worked with "Mister Perfect Special Agent." Come on, "Ace Special Agent?" Please. Then, the boy, Apollo Justice. He was a young agent but had an ambitious sight. Miles would take a look at his profile later. The three of them set up their computers on a table that an officer had to bring from another room. Then, they asked for the projector. That shit was useless. Even then, they wanted to try, so when they found the cable at the back in one of Mia's desk drawers, the three agents found a way to connect their devices to the old junk. Unexpectedly, it worked. Miles heard Kay giggle due to the absurd situation.

"We ask for everyone's discretion, this is a federal case, and I can assume that neither of you wants to spend time in jail for spreading information," Apollo explained.

They shut down the window's blinds and turned off the lights. A young girl with long black hair appeared on the wall. "Iris Hawthorne" was written under, with black letters. The girl had a broad smile on her face. The image was from a family picture: the parents were standing on both sides of the girl, but they cut it to focus on Iris. She was a kid, just like the other girls. But, Iris Hawthorne had a different eye look -nothing like Regina and Peggy, whose personality reflected that kind of "teenage intent of maturity-. Iris with two perfect braids on her head, probably made by her mom, was still a child in her heart. Miles looked at Mia and Lana, who were sitting at the front. He clicked his tongue, resigned. Phoenix took a step forward and started his explanation about the case.

"Iris Hawthorne disappeared two days ago in her own house while sleeping in her room. The sheets were a mess..." The slide showed a photo of the scene.

"She fought..." Edgeworth whispered. The change in the kidnapper's behavior confused him.

"Her dad was the one who found out. He looked for her, but there were no signs of the daughter. Ms. Hawthorne was sleeping in the living room and woke up at her husband's screaming. Then, they called the Sheriff. There are no conclusive clues, yet we only have the testimonies of Iris' parents." Then, they showed Regina and Peggy's profiles. "You already know everything about their cases. But, we have started analyzing Regina's phone just in case she went somewhere else before or after her cousin's birthday party or she had deleted calls. Peggy's backpack has no fingerprints besides hers. To try and find more clues, the agent Maya Fey has asked for advanced technology that will allow us to know if there are any DNA traces on it: hair, skin, or even a nail. They have to deliver everything from Virginia, so we will have to wait. During that time, we will search for testimonies, maybe some sight witnesses."

The special agent went silent just to look at everyone in the room. They seemed to understand, but the aura was weird -like his presence was not something accepted-.

"Today we are going to Iris' town to interrogate her family, friends, teachers... Anyone within her close circle. We will make a scientific analysis in her room and front yard. Any questions?"

Silence.

"Until now, we have concluded that we are facing what we categorize as a 'disorganized criminal.' The time laps rigs the alarm, but he doesn't seem to follow a pattern. The first two kidnappings were probably not premeditated, the third one was. We also referred to his kind as an 'opportunist' due to that "messy" behavior. He probably has a car, which is why the area where he has acted is a broad distance." Then, Phoenix showed a map of the areas where the kidnappings happened. In it, red dots were pointing where the girls disappeared. "The two first happened in Jackson, located in Butts County, the third one in Warm Springs, in Meriwether County. That is a sixty-mile distance approx. He knows the highway routes, so we can assume that we are talking about someone who works or has worked in transport, maybe with a truck. Any further questions?"

Gumshoe raised his hand. Phoenix pointed at him.

"Yes, ah… And how do we look for him then? We can't interrogate all truck drivers and ex-truck drivers in Georgia."

"We will first ask the people. Maybe someone saw a truck around the days near the kidnappings. I want all the patrols asking in both towns, and we will also establish officers there to collaborate with the sheriffs and inform us of any changes. Before we start to work, any other questions?" Phoenix did not know why, but he looked at Edgeworth, maybe looking for some kind of approval.

The inspector was surprised: Wright was able to have thoughts after all. But really, Edgeworth was impressed. The FBI agents had come to all those conclusions in a day with the same information he had. Still, there were some flaws, but he would complain later. When he saw Agent Wright looking at him, Edgeworth got caught with his guard low, so he raised his eyebrows, surprised by the situation. Then, back to his poker face.

Phoenix felt satisfied. Maya turned on the lights while Apollo turned off the presentation.

"Alright then. On the officer's side, you will be distributed by Captain Mia. We need people in Jackson and Warm Springs as soon as possible."

The officers got up after the order and started to get organized by the Chief. The Prosecutor Skye got up and gave the three agents a handshake, thanking them for their presence and collaboration. Edgeworth stayed still.

"He is good," Kay said.

Miles looked at her. She was already sitting backwards in the chair.

"You think so?" He asked.

"Not as good as you. He looks smart, childish, but smart. He is an FBI agent after all."

"I guess so. His conclusions are a little flawed."

"I knew you would say that."

Edgeworth chuckled.

After all the officers were gone, Prosecutor Skye had to go.

"I hope you all behave as well as you can to find those girls. I will call you later for updates, Mia. Inspector, Agent Wright."

And then she was gone. In the room, only them remained.

"Well. Now the introductions." Mia said.

Edgeworth sighed silently.

"Detective Gumshoe, nice to meet you all." The detective said, giving a handshake to each of the three agents. "We had a federal here once. He died."

Mia laughed nervously. "He's just messin'"

Gumshoe laughed strongly. Apollo and Phoenix laughed nervously.

The captain looked at Kay and Miles, who were at the back. Kay was the first to stand up and walk towards them.

"Kay Faraday, detective Kay Faraday. The youngest in Georgia." Another round of handshakes and "nice to meet you" followed the detective's introduction.

Then, the inspector approached them. He was not a touchy person. So, the mission was to avoid contact.

"Edgeworth, you probably remember Maya, my younger sister," Mia said.

"Of course. Nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you too, Mr. Edgeworth."

Then he looked at Apollo, who seemed a little intimidated by him.

"I am Inspector Edgeworth. Apollo Justice, right? You are young. Young minds are always the brightest."

The young agent smiled at him. "Thank you, sir. I will work hard."

Phoenix was waiting for his turn. The Inspector Edgeworth could not be that mean.

"I am Phoenix Wright. Nice to meet you finally." The agent said and extended his hand.

Edgeworth looked him up and down, and Phoenix knew they were going to have huge differences.

"Yeah, I…" Edgeworth hesitated and accepted his handshake, the only thing he wanted to avoid. "Me too."

He took his hand away as fast as he could and put it in his jacket.

Mia sighed. She had to try to make them work together somehow.

Phoenix was offended by the Inspector's actions. They had just met and he already felt disgusted by him? He knew geniuses could be stiff, but never expected Inspector Edgeworth to be such a vain person with a superiority complex.

"Inspector, I think we should accommodate the Special Agents. Guide them to their tables. Then, you can go to Warm Springs. I'll be in my office. call me if something happens." Mia said. "Thank you in advance for your help, Phoenix."

The Captain hugged her sister. Then, she touched Edgeworth's shoulder briefly. After that, she left the room.

"Gumshoe," Miles said.

"Yessir"

"Guide our guests to the free tables we have near my office. Faraday and I will get our things and call our forensic. We will wait for you at the parking lot."

"Alright, Sir. Follow me, pals."

Phoenix and Edgeworth looked at each other for a last time before the FBI agents followed the detective. Gumshoe took them to the two big brown tables they had available at the station.

"I didn't know you knew him," Phoenix said to Maya.

"Mr. Edgeworth? Ah, yeah, I have met him every time since four years ago at Thanksgiving and Christmas. He makes the best casserole: rice-based, pumpkin, chickpeas..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask. Also, he's the Inspector I am always talking about. Your memory is gettin' bad, Nick. Maybe you should go and get your Alzheimer's diagnosis already."

"Maya is right, Mr. Wright. Your attention is kind of flawed. Should we call the nursing home?" Apollo said, making Maya laugh. Their jokes always made him frown, but he was already used to it.

Phoenix suddenly remembered: Edgeworth was "that inspector" the one that Maya talked about when they came back to work every January, the brilliant, kind, and funny guy who worked with her sister. But Phoenix started doubting if that Miles Edgeworth existed.

"This will be your workplace. That's my table and that's Kay's." Gumshoe said, pointing at the two tables and the two next to them. "And that's Inspector Edgeworth's office."

The office was closed, but the partially opened blinds showed a table with a green lamp, a piece of big old furniture with drawers, and a couple of action figures Phoenix could not see very well. What was certain is that it was impeccably cleaned and organized.

"You would have to share one of the tables, but there is enough space," Gumshoe said, showing them the empty drawers and the old black chairs.

"Thank you, detective," Phoenix said.

The FBI agents started to accommodate their things. Apollo and Maya decided they would share a table so they could be able to work together writing conclusions and reading files. Phoenix sat down in his new chair just to try it. To his surprise, it was comfortable and the wheels moved smoothly. Maya took the bag that had the FBI logo on it. She checked that she had everything: her gloves, the utensils, the luminol, the blue light lantern…

"What's all that?" Gumshoe asked.

"My equipment. Ya' know, everythin' I need to examine the scene."

"Oh!" The detective said, looking at the gadgets with curiosity. "I've seen some of them before. Forensic also has gadgets. Less sophisticated. She will probably come, too."

"Cool."

Phoenix just took a notebook and a pen, and Apollo was in charge of carrying Maya's camera.

"Alright, pals, got everything?" The three of them nodded. "Then follow me."

Miles was standing next to his car, waiting for Kay. Meanwhile, he was admiring the grey clouds that started forming in the sky. The heat of the summer was going to develop in a rainy autumn. If he had to name one bad thing about Georgia, it would be the humidity that makes every inch of your skin sweat in the summer. He had spent every day of the past season wishing for the temperature to drop. Now as he saw his wish was coming true as every year, he realised that he would miss the short-sleeved shirts. Kay approached the car with a bag on her shoulder while she was finishing a phone call. She hung up when she was next to Miles.

"Ema's not coming. She is busy with an autopsy and everyone is sick. I told her that we would send all the information when we were done."

Miles nodded and Kay stood next to him.

"So… How do you know Agent Fey?"

"She is Captain's sister."

"Already knew that, I am not dumb."

"She comes to Georgia on the holidays. I know her from the Captain's Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. She is really smart, an expert in crime scene investigation."

"Are you mad?"

Miles looked at her. "I am not."

"Okay." Kay looked down to her own feet. "Agent Wright is handsome."

"Oh, shut up," Miles said with an ironic smile on his face.

"What? I might be a lesbian, but I'm not blind."

"Do you even know who he is?" Miles turned to her with his arms crossed. "He is Agent Wright. He is known for his messiness and bad-done work. He has lost crucial pieces of evidence and even let go of a convicted criminal once."

"Miles Edgeworth you are judgy. And a stalker." Kay said and then chuckled. "Overall everyone, you should know to not judge a book for its cover."

"I am not a stalker. He is famous. And I am not judgy, I am based on facts."

"So what? Everyone makes mistakes."

Miles sighed, tired and defeated. He maybe was being stupid, but he desperately wanted Kay to support him.

"I know you don't want any other cop interfering in our investigation, but you have to try…"

Kay's words were always helpful in his meltdown moments. He would try, but that did not mean he would be annoyed by Agent Wright's presence. Moments later, the detective Gumshoe appeared in the parking lot followed by the FBI agents. He noticed that Phoenix was not carrying anything, his hands were in his pants pockets, looking completely unbothered.

"We are ready, sir," Gumshoe said, approaching him.

"I see…" Miles said. He sounded condescending, not his intention, tho. He noticed how Phoenix got his hand out of his pockets and knitted his brows in response. "We have two cars, mine and Detective Gumshoe's. Faraday and I are going together."

"If someone wants to join us, it is for free," Kay said.

Miles looked at Kay, willing to choke her right there. Apollo turned to Phoenix.

"Can I go with Inspector Edgeworth, Mr. Wright?" He asked.

The agent didn't know how to respond. Apollo was free to do whatever he wanted, but Phoenix was his mentor and he was supposed to follow him wherever he went. They had so much to discuss about the interviews with the witnesses, how to act in case someone is suspicious, and how to react to people who don't want to say a word. However, he couldn't say no.

"Yeah, you don't even have to ask me. We will meet there after all. If Inspector Edgeworth agrees, of course." Phoenix responded, looking to make eye contact with Miles. He did not succeed.

Miles held back any movement that expressed annoyance. If the young agent wanted to get in the car it was fine, but he knew Phoenix was trying to bother him.

"Get in, kid." The inspector answered. "Detective Gumshoe, you lead."

Miles avoided Phoenix's eye contact and got in the car as fast as he could.

"Can I play some music?" Kay asked from the copilot seat.

"No," Miles answered, focused on not losing Gumshoe's car in the round.

Kay rolled her eyes and turned to look at Apollo. "Apollo, right? Like the Greek god. How old are you? Where are you from?"

"Twenty-four. From Connecticut. You?

"Twenty-two, I am from here. I was born in Albany."

"The country?"

"No, the County. Is in the south, quite near to Alabama. And what do you like to do? Don't answer "reading", you look like one of those.

Apollo laughed. "Okay, I like um… Watching shows, political dramas, and all that stuff. Judicial dramas, too.

Miles thought that they sounded like two children meeting each other for the first time in middle school. He submerged himself in his thoughts and let them talk while focused on driving. Warm Springs was around an hour and fifteen minutes away from Atlanta. It was almost eleven and he had not eaten. He would probably wait to arrive home and have dinner early. They had to talk to Iris' parents so he reviewed everything he knew about the girl on his mind. He remembered the files that he had been reading about kidnappings in the south, mostly cold cases, some even from the 70s when there were no scientific tools to find evidence and everything they had was testimonies and physical clues. It was depressing how Miles thought about all of those families that never got an answer about what happened to their daughters, and if they were dead, most of them would probably never know who did it. That was one of the reasons he was so determined to solve the case, he couldn't even imagine an ending where he lost and the criminal won. He didn't know how, but Kay ended up sitting next to Apollo in the back seat. As he listened to their conversation, he smiled, thinking about how, at the end of the day, the experience of working with the FBI can be enjoyable too, and he was the only one overthinking everything.

"What music do you want me to play, Kay?"

They arrived at Warm Springs after passing the green and magenta sign where it could be read: "Warm Springs, Franklin Delano Roosevelt Little White House". The town was the typical southern place with single-floor stores and supermarkets that looked vintage. A big white hotel stood out at the plaza. The houses looked all the same, except for some old colonial big houses. In general, they were white and had one or two American flags waving on the porches and windows. The grass was green in every garden and the cars were all cleaned. A pretty normal town if there was not a kidnapper around. But, for most locals that was not a concern, at least not yet. Gumshoe parked at the front of a house that looked the same as the others in the neighborhood. Miles pulled up and parked as well and they got out of the vehicles. The morning cold was gone, leaving a soft sultry air that made everyone take off their jackets and leave them in the car, except for Miles, who decided to keep it on. A couple was already waiting for them on the porch with the Sheriff of the County by their side. Miles went first, now it was time to work, it was time for him to become Inspector Edgeworth.

"Good morning, Sheriff." He greeted as he got to the front of the house.

"Mornin' Inspector." The Sheriff greeted. He was a man around his late fifties. Even with his hat on, white hairs can be spotted in his sideburns.

Miles felt the Sheriff's strong and dry hand in his when he gave him a handshake. Then, he turned to Iris's parents. The woman was wearing a long short-sleeved blue dress and pink sleepers. The man wore a white shirt and green pants with a brown belt. They probably just came back from church.

"Mr. and Ms. Hawthorne? I am Miles Edgeworth, the Inspector in charge of the case. We came to ask you some questions and…"

"Phoenix Wright, FBI." The agent greeted, standing next to Miles. "We are here to investigate the scene and talk with Iris' closest circle. This is Maya Fey and Apollo, my team."

"What the fuck are you doing, Wright?" Miles thought.

Iris' parents seemed confused by all that information. "The FBI?" Ms. Hawthorne asked.

"We are collaborating to solve the case, ma'am. Is a common procedure, you don't have to worry. They are here to help," Miles said, trying to fix it.

"Oh, right… I understand." She said and her husband placed a hand on her shoulder, caressing it.

Phoenix looked at Miles and then looked at the Sheriff. "Can we come in?"

The couple nodded and then led them through the door. The house was smaller than you would think by looking at it from the outside. It was decorated with old pieces of furniture, probably gifted by their families when the couple got married. There were almost no walls, a sign that remodeling had been done to make the house look more spacious. At the end of the floor, there were the stairs that took to the second floor, covered with carpet.

"We will need to see Iris' bedroom, have you touched it since Saturday?" Maya asked.

"I made the bed." Ms. Hawthorne said, worried. "Is a habit."

Miles could not blame her. "It is fine… You don't need to worry, Ms. Hawthorne."

The Hawthornes lead them upstairs. Iris' door was decorated with fairy stickers and a sign of her name made with wood and painted green. Everything looked tidy. Maya put on her gloves and put on medical bags on her feet.

"Apollo, take a picture of everything."

The rookie agent nodded and, once he was also prepared, started taking photos with the camera of the bed, the window, and the furniture. The Hawthornes looked with curiosity at how Agent Fey undid the bed carefully and started picking things with tweezers. Maya took a spray and started covering the window with the content. Gumshoe also put on gloves and started helping them.

"We should let them work. Where can we sit to talk comfortably?" Miles asked.

The living room was at right hand, with the couch facing the wall where the TV was. Next to it was an armchair. There were already chairs placed there, brought from the dining room.

"Please sit down." Ms. Hawthorne told them. "Coffee? Tea?"

"No, thank you. Ms. Hawthorne," Miles answered for everyone.

The couple sat on the couch and the Sheriff stood behind them. Miles and Kay sat on the chairs, Phoenix picked the armchair. The FBI Agent took from his pocket a small notebook and a black pen. On his side, the Inspector placed a small recorder on the center table. The young detective searched the files from Miles' bag and placed them in her lap. She undid her ponytail just to do it again, placing the messy hairs in its place. When they were ready, Phoenix started.

"We need you to tell us what happened that night."

The Hawthornes were holding hands. The man was about to start crying.

"We know it is though. Try not to omit any details, even the most insignificant thing can help us find Iris," Miles said in a calming voice.

Mr. Hawthorne nodded, holding his tears back while his wife caressed his hand.

"I came back from work at nine". The woman started, trying to look at both Phoenix and Miles while talking. "I am a nurse at the local clinic. I don't usually work on Saturdays, but there was an older man who had a heart attack and a kid broke his arm riding his bike, so my help was needed. When I arrived, Robert had the dinner ready. We sat down in the dining room and talked like we usually do, about Iris's day at school and my husband's day at the store. That evening was special because Iris's birthday was yesterday, her thirteenth birthday. We discussed the barbecue we were supposed to celebrate, the people who were coming, the food, the cake… She was very excited about becoming a teenager, ya know?" Ms. Hawthorne smiled. "But she is still my little Iris. She will always be."

Miles and Kay smiled at her. Phoenix kept annotating.

"She likes to read before sleeping, so when she finished dinner, she kissed us and went to bed, like every day. I was tired, so I sat here, on the couch, and watched my current favourite TV Show…" She hesitated. "I fell asleep. I don't usually do, but that night I did. I like going to go to Iris's bedroom twenty minutes after she is gone. She falls asleep very quickly, so I go to take her book away from her hands and close the window. But I didn't."

"Don't blame yourself, there was nothing you could have done," Phoenix said.

"Agent Wright is right, Ms. Hawthorne." Miles stopped him from talking. "The blame is on the kidnapper. Anyone else."

The woman nodded and wiped her incoming tears with her hands.

"I was washing the dishes." The man started talking. "I do it every day so my wife can rest. When I finished and saw her asleep, I went to Iris' room. She was not on her bed and the sheets were like someone had rolled on them. Her book was on the floor. I thought that she probably had a nightmare or ran to the bathroom. When I saw her window and bathroom room open, I started calling for her. Looked for her on the second floor. Since there were no signs of her I screamed her name, then my wife woke up and we called the Sheriff."

"We looked for her, thinking that maybe she sneaked out to go to her friend's house or something. But nobody saw her." Ms. Hawthorne added.

Miles nodded.

"Who knows your working schedules, Ms. Hawthorne?"

"Call me Mary, please." She said kindly. "My husband and my coworkers, Doctor Neil and Margret, the other nurse," Kay noted the names.

"We need the names of all Iris' friends, schoolmates, and teachers," Phoenix said. "Anyone close to her, even your coworkers, Mr. Hawthorn."

"Of course."

Maya, Apollo, and Gumshoe came back from the second floor. Miles stopped the recorder.

"Mr. Hawthorne, which book was Iris reading?" Phoenix asked.

"A Harry Potter one, I don't remember the name."

"The Chamber of Secrets." Ms. Hawthorne responded.

Maya returned to Iris' room and the book was in a zipped plastic bag when she was back. They were done, so the Hawthornes followed them to the entrance, followed by the Sheriff.

"Thank you so much, we will do everything that is in our hands to find your daughter." Agent Wright said.

"We will find her" Miles stated. "Call the Sheriff if something else comes out, he will contact us."

Maya told them that the room should remain as she left it in case they had to come back. Apollo took some pictures of the backyard and Iris' window from the outside. Once again, they thank Ms. and Mr. Hawthorne for their collaboration. They gave Kay the name list they had made. There were so many names. When they said goodbye, the Sheriff went with them to the cars.

"I know everyone in this town, they trust me. If you give me the list, I can call and talk to them. I don't think it would be ideal for the kids to see an FBI agent at the school, you how kids are." The Sheriff said. "Also, your officers will be a great help."

"Thank you, Sheriff. Appreciated." Miles thanked them and Kay gave the list to him.

"Any time, Inspector. I'll call you later and send you everything. It was nice to meet you, Agent Wright." The Sheriff said, giving Phoenix a handshake.

"Same, Sheriff."

They got to the cars. It was midday and the sun's rays went through the dissolving clouds.

"Aren't you hot, Inspector?" Maya asked.

"Let him be, he is delusional," Kay said. "Wait until he starts sweating."

Kay laughed and that made Maya and Gumshoe giggle. Phoenix looked at him, amused, with a small silly smile on his face.

"I am cold." He lied. Once he was in the car that had been parked in the sun, he took the jacket off and rolled up his sleeves.

When they were back in Atlanta, they spent the rest of the day in the station. Gumshoe went home early, so by 7 p.m. he was not there. While Miles transcripted the testimony on his laptop and read everything the Sheriff sent him, Kay made some calls and entered his office a couple of times to deliver reports. Maya also left to go to the laboratory and meet the forensics so they could start to work as soon as possible. Phoenix and Apollo were writing files with the new information and conclusions.

"Mr. Wright, I am hungry," Apollo said. "And Maya just texted me, she is hungry too. And tired."

Phoenix pinched his nose bridge. He was tired too, so he turned off his laptop and leaned back in the chair. He contemplated the empty delivery lunch boxes they had at midday. Gumshoe invited them as a welcome gift, but Inspector Edgeworth was the one who paid, even if he did not eat anything. The agent looked at the closed office and then stood up.

"Okay then, pick up your things." Before he ended the sentence, Apollo was already packing the files in his bag. "Detective Faraday, we are leaving to pick up Maya. Need a ride?"

Kay looked at them and smiled. "No, thank you, I take the sub. Have a nice evening. See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow, then."

When they were about to go, Apollo stopped Phoenix. "You should tell the inspector that we are leaving."

Agent Wright sighed. Carrying his bag and with his jacket in hand, he approached the office's door. He knocked, slowly.

"Come in."

Phoenix opened the door. Miles was sat in his chair, wearing glasses, and focused on writing on his laptop. The lamp on his table illuminated his face. His expression was relaxed and his hands moved fast on the keyboard. He didn't look tired but relieved, enjoying the space he was dived in. Phoenix thought about how nice he was with people. Maybe they started with the left foot, maybe he was the one who was mistaken at trying to annoy him all day, they…

"What, Wright?"

Maybe they could try.

"We are leaving."

"Okay," Miles said, shrugging his shoulders.

But, Phoenix surrendered before even trying. They didn't have to be friends.

"Bye, then."

"Eh… Wright." Miles called, looking at him, so the agent turned around.

"Yes?"

"Next time let me talk first, okay?"

Phoenix did not get annoyed easily, but Miles' superiority complex triggered him. A lot. If the Inspector wanted to play like that, he would follow. He was going to solve the case and prove to Edgeworth he could win. He was an FBI Agent, for God's sake.

"I am the boss here, Inspector," Phoenix said. "Let's work together and avoid any problems. Don't forget, okay?"

The game had started. Miles looked at him incredulous. How dared he?

"Goodnight, Edgeworth." And Phoenix left, leaving Miles shocked and about to scream out of frustration.