For the reviewer Panda and everybody else, here is a little bit of Edgeworth.

Edgeworth strided over to us, both of his hands in his pockets and a judgemental expression on his face. He clicked on his key and the lights on his car flashed to indicate that it's locked. Such smugness, but I admit that I really needed to get a driver's license soon.

"Mr Edgeworth, hi!" Maya jumped and hugged him, "It's so good to see you!"

"Likewise Maya," Edgeworth said.

"Seriously Maya, you called Edgeworth?" I questioned Maya, annoyed.

"Actually I called Detective Gumshoe. What are you doing here Mr Edgeworth?" Maya asked.

"I received a call from a desolate Detective Gumshoe. Apparently his car broke down so he asked me to come get you. Enlighten me Wright, am I here to rescue you or arrest you?"

I hung my head in shame. "Cut me some slack Edgeworth, you're not even on this case," I muttered.

"Mr Edgeworth in all honesty, this whole thing was my idea," Maya confessed.

"Of course it was," Edgeworth chuckled, quick to forgive her, "Maya, Wright, I'll drive you two home."

"Shotgun!" Maya sang.

I was resting in the back seat of Edgeworth car, I was pretty exhausted. Edgeworth was driving while Maya was in the passenger seat bopping along to a CD she had inserted into Edgeworth's radio. It was the soundtrack to Titanium Samurai that she happened to carry with her everywhere she goes. The music blared, some sort of hybrid of techno and orchestra.

"So Wright, I hear you're pushing for a framing angle," Edgeworth said.

"That's right. Everything will become clear tomorrow, I have high hopes," I said confidently.

"Hey Mr Edgeworth, do you know the prosecutor? Wazowski was it?" Maya asked.

"You mean Prosecutor Backzowski. Yes, I know him. He's quite the novice, and he has a strange sense of humour. He started a rumour that I had a failed boyband career in Germany and people at the office like to tease me mercilessly about it," Edgeworth sighed in despair. Maya stifled a giggle and I also couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"I can't believe the victim was murdered on his wedding day," Maya said solemnly, "It's so sad."

"It is," Edgeworth agreed.

"Remember YOUR wedding, Mr Edgeworth?"

"Do I ever!"

Last February, Edgeworth had gotten married. It was the first time I had been a best man but I had given Larry the responsibility of organising the bachelor party. We went to Vegas yet the next day we were suddenly in Canada, waking up in barrels in Niagara falls. But that's not what everybody remembers about Edgeworth's wedding. On the day of the ceremony, Edgeworth and his fiancé, now his wife, were at the altar and as the bride started to say her vows, one frail Wendy Oldbag stood up and yelled, "OBJECTION!". I'm not sure who even invited her.

"That is a special kind of devotion," Edgeworth sighed.

"Yeah. Rest in peace Wendy Oldbag," Maya said.

We all murmured our respects for Wendy Oldbag. She died 2 months after Edgeworth's wedding.

"You remembered to put flowers on her grave right, Wright?" Edgeworth asked me.

"Hang on Edgeworth, it's your turn this month!" I complained.

The rest of the drive, Edgeworth and I bickered over whose turn it was until we finally arrived at Wright and Co offices. Maya and I stepped out and Edgeworth wished me the best in the trial and drove away. It had been a long time since I competed against Edgeworth in court. Ever since he settled down he seemed so...content. He finally had a family, something he lost long ago.

The second trial day loomed. Maya and I poured over the case notes the night before, creating a strategy. I had been informed that Frederich was to testify in court. Maya went back to Kurain early in the morning, I would see her again at her celebration ceremony. At the courtroom lobby, I asked Katrina about Michael.

"Sorry, I have no idea who that is," she told me.

"Are you sure? He was in the same rainforest project with you in high school," I pressed.

"There was a lot of people in that group, I wasn't acquainted with everybody."

I chose not to tell her about what I saw in Michael's apartment. I was still awaiting some evidence. Detective Gumshoe stumbled into the lobby in good timing.

"Hey pals, I have some test results here from Adam," he announced, handing me a report. Upon reading the report, the piece of cake tested positive for Katrina's saliva.

"Excellent," I said.

"Oh and sorry about last night. Maya said it was urgent but that car of mine is completely busted. I might have to sacrifice a kidney to pay for the repairs."

I did a double take at Gumshoe's statement, though I knew he was joking. Katrina was completely bemused.

"Relax pals, I'm kidding!"

"Still, Detective Gumshoe, you always seem to have financial problems."

Gumshoe looked down at the floor, glumly. "Gee, you noticed?"

"Have you ever thought about a career change?" Katrina suggested.

"Well it would be nice to get paid more. But I love being a detective, I wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world."

He sounded completely sincere about it. I agreed with him, my job didn't exactly pay well either but helping people was the only reward I was interested in. Just then my cell phone sounded. I had received a message that said:

Come outside.

It was from an unknown number, which worried me slightly. I excused myself and walked out of the courthouse building. At the bottom of the steep concrete steps, I could see Jenna waving. I jogged down the stairs to her.

"Hey, Jenna," I greeted her.

"Hi Phoenix. How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm in a total state of zen. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, but I rarely do when I have a big case. All that adrenaline you know."

"I wish I could see you in action."

"Yeah, me too."

"I just came by here to say good luck."

She leaned in slowly and kissed me on the cheek. I could feel myself blushing.

"T-thanks," I stammered.

"Get in there you rascal!" Jenna giggled, ruffling my hair.

The judge pounded his gavel and another day of court commenced.

"Yesterday the defence requested to have the wedding cake analysed. Any feedback?" the judge asked.

"We did have the cake analysed. Feedback? According to the detectives, it was delicious," Backzowski sneered.

"Come again?"

"On another note, the cake did indeed contain nuts. And according to his medical records, the victim did have a severe allergy," Backzowski slammed his desk, "But we can't know for sure that it was the defendant who ate the missing slice."

"OBJECTION," I yelled.

"My, that was quick. What is it Mr Wright?" the judge asked.

I presented the forensic report.

"I happened to find the missing slice in the lounge and had it taken in for DNA testing. There was DNA on the cake, presumably from the defendant's saliva. This proves that she cut a slice of cake using the knife that ended up becoming the murder weapon."

The report met with a good response from the jury and the judge. Backzowski even seemed impressed.

"Not bad, puffin. Yet, this still doesn't remove the defendant from the crime," he explained.

"That is correct, she is the only suspect and the fingerprints still have the potential to incriminate her," the judge concurred.

"Hold it! The nuts in the cake, this is clearly a sign of premeditated murder on another person's part," I said.

"Interesting. I think it's time we brought out the witness," Backzowski suggested.

"Yes, right away. Bailiff!" the judge ordered.

The bailiff opened the door behind the judge's seat and out came Frederich who walked slowly up to the witness stand. He was quite subdued but the stressful atmosphere of the courtroom was bound to cause his temper to rise, I feared. As part of routine, Backzowski asked Frederich to state his name and occuptation.

"Frederich Sanders. I make cakes. I made the cake for the wedding. I even whipped one up today for the judge," Frederich said meekly, presenting and a cake with a picture of a gavel on it.

"Oh hoh hoh, marvellous," the judge gleefully said.

"Not so fast Your Honour, the last time this man made a cake it was poisoned," Backzowski warned.

"No no, that's all a misunderstanding," Frederich insisted.

"Well then, begin your testimony."

"I have been baking cakes since I was four years old and have been doing so professionally for 15 years. I like to think I have perfected my craft. True, there were nuts in this cake, and there is a simple explanation for this," Frederich testified.

"What is this simple explanation?" I began.

"I... I was told to put nuts in the cake. That is what the client asked."

"The "client"? You mean Katrina?" Why on earth would she ask you do that?"

"OBJECTION, the witness will not answer that question, " Backzowski intervened, "He is trying to say that his client, that is the defendant, gave him orders for what she wanted in the cake. She asked for nuts, and so she got some."

"Hold it! That is not what you told me yesterday witness!" I pressed.

"You don't understand. Yesterday at the station they kept saying, "she told you to puts nuts in right?". What was I supposed to say?" Frederich asked, flustered.

"Watch it Freddo. All you have to do is tell the truth," Backzowski said sternly, "What did the defendant ask you for in the cake?"

"Hold it! What about your notebook Frederich?" I chimed in, "It doesn't matter what Katrina says, it's what you write down in your notebook isn't it?"

"Yes, that's pretty much how I work," Frederich heeded.

"Freddo, what's the big idea? What is this notebook?" Backzowski asked.

It was time for the witness to present evidence. Frederich reached into his pocket and presented his notebook. Backzowski demanded that the notebook be given to him and furiously started to read through it. He stopped at one page, brought his palm to his forehead, grimacing.

"What does it say Prosecutor Backzowski?" the judge queried.

"The witness had a recipe that specifically contained no nuts, at the request of the defendant. But, he still put nuts into the cake. He must have made an error!" Backzowski claimed. He had just hit Frederich where it hurt most: his cake making skills.

"How dare you! Did I not just say that I have been doing this for fifteen years? I would not do something so rookie-ish, especially when I knew that Duke had an allergy!" Frederich ranted.

"So you admit you knew of his allergy?" the judge pointed out.

"Yes. Somebody put nuts in the cake. And it was NOT me!"

"But you're the one who made the damn cake. Who else could it have been?" Backzowski demanded.

"It was... Phoenix help me out here," Frederich turned to me.

"Oh right," I piped up, preparing for a storm, "Well there's only one person it could have been. Michael Levy."

A buzz of chatter started in the jury, mainly asking who Michael Levy was.

"Michael Levy. He's my assistant. Actually he resigned, so if anybody wants a job, I'm hiring!" Frederich offered the jury. I saw Gumshoe in a train of thought, maybe considering that career change.

"I request to the court that we bring in Michael Levy to testify," I slammed my desk for emphasis, "Right now."

"We can't just bring him in like that, we need to search for him and that could take hours," Backzowski disapproved.

"We don't have to search for him, I know exactly where he is."

"Where?"

"Fairlee Airport. About to board a plane to France."

I remembered the plane ticket, his plane was to take off in half an hour. Backzowski shook his head in disbelief.

"And just how do you know that?"

I shrugged. "Just a hunch."

"A HUNCH? Why you little-"

An enraged Backzowski looked like he wanted to rip his desk off the ground and hurl it at me. I ducked feverishly just to be safe.

"Prosecutor Backsowski, please control yourself," the judge pleaded, "Mr Wright! What exactly are you trying to do?"

"I am simply trying to solve this case. And for that to happen Michael Levy must testify. Please your honour, we need him here," I requested. The judge turned to Backzowski for his opinion. The prosecutor closed his eyes as if he was meditating and quietly allowed my request.

"Bailiff! Contact security at Fairlee Airport at once and arrange for Michael Levy to be detained immediately. We will take a 30 minute recess."