Summary: Having doubts about Athena Cykes' innocence, Apollo gets a visit from a worried Trucy. During this short series of events from being held hostage to bargaining with Ms. Blackquill, Apollo starts to learn that he's not alone or doesn't have to be. There are people out there to turn to that understand him more than he realizes.

Apollo was inside the Space Museum of the Space Center beside himself. For as long as he could remember, he always had someone to turn to when he began feeling a shred of doubt. Losing Clay became the breaking point. It wasn't enough to just simply defend Mr. Starbuck. He couldn't stop himself from turning his suspicions on his colleague, whom he was supposed to turn to for help.

He couldn't turn to his boss, Phoenix Wright stubbornly believed in his clients and colleagues no matter how much damning evidence were thrown his way. It's no surprise he was going to defend Athena. Ema was currently studying in Europe to follow her dream of becoming an official Forensics Detective. Clay was dead and Mr. Starbuck was too depressed to open up to. Klavier was a definite no. There was always contacting his family back at home, but the last he tried to get a hold of them, he never heard back from them. Last he heard, his foster father was missing and there was no telling what was going on with his brother at the moment.

For the first time in his life, Apollo felt completely alone. The Wright Anything Agency became his family. Ever since his other family became missing in action, he thought he finally found a family that would never disappear on him. In a way, all of them lost their families in some shape or form. Of course, Apollo lost his father when he was an infant, but his foster one was missing and never heard from at some point during High School. For Phoenix, he had lost his parents a long time ago and lived his life in an orphanage until college. From the moment he stepped into the office, that became his home and family. Trucy had also lost her family from very unfortunate and unfair events. It seemed to be the same for Athena. Ever since the death of her mother, it seemed like everyone left her. Of course, she lived with relatives back in Liechtenstein, but it was so far away and the time difference prevented them from speaking much. It was also expensive to travel to.

Apollo wanted to believe in Athena. He really did. During these past months they've come to know each other, Apollo had truly accepted Athena as an important friend and partner. He knew there was no motive or reason for why Athena would kill Clay, but all the evidence kept pointing to her. The fingerprints on the lighter became the final straw that brought Athena to where she was. Of course, Ms. Blackquill had suspected Athena from day 1, though Apollo could sense more bitterness in her heart blinding her from thinking rationally. He could understand. Her brother about to be sent to the gallows, because he was protecting Athena. He was certain she had adored and loved Athena at one point, but the possibility that she could've killed her friend was killing her on the inside for these past seven years. It would be impossible for that bitterness to not blind her toward her true feelings for Athena.

Feeling his fist shaking in frustration, Apollo swung it at a nearby wall, sending a loud banging noise. The wall was metal. This whole ordeal was frustrating. Why couldn't this be so simple? Why couldn't there be conclusive evidence against someone else, anyone? Why did it have to be someone so close to Apollo?

"Polly?" Apollo heard a voice.

He jumped, turning directly toward the entrance of the Space Museum. It was Trucy, but why?

"T-Trucy? Why are you here? Where's Mr. Wright?" Apollo asked.

"I was worried. Daddy's paying a visit to Mr. Blackquill at the Detention Center," Trucy replied. "What about you? I heard you left, and that bandage around your eye. Polly, what's going on? I've never seen you so...."

Apollo felt bad. He never meant to worry Trucy, but it couldn't be helped. Like him, she also had the power to sense certain habits or reactions. She must have noticed, even before, that something was wrong. There was also Clay's death.

"I don't know. I want to believe one thing, but my heart is telling me something completely different. I don't know what to believe in anymore," Apollo confessed, looking over at the picture of his friend with the rest of the team at the Space Center. Trucy said nothing. "Trucy, do you remember the Borscht Bowl Club Case?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"What if your real father never gave himself a fake name and what if... your senses picked up something that pointed toward the possibility that Mr. Wright was the killer?"

"WHA!?! Polly, what are you saying!? Daddy would never-"

"But, what if they did!? Even if you truly believed he wouldn't, even when you keep telling yourself over and over... when there was damning evidence proving without a shadow of a doubt it was him... what would you do?" Apollo asked, instinctively grabbing onto his wrist that wore his bracelet.

It was easy for Trucy to pick up on Apollo's nervous habit. It wasn't hard to connect the dots to what it was that was bothering Apollo. Unfortunately, Trucy wasn't good with sympathizing with people. Usually, Athena and Apollo were better at that sort of thing. All she knew how to do was cheer people up through her performances, but also knew that sometimes people need something more. She had seen Phoenix, after losing his badge, dealing with Depression. He smiled when Trucy did magic tricks, but that didn't make his Depression go away. Miles Edgeworth and Maya Fey were the ones that helped Phoenix continue on and seek therapy.

Trucy did learn something from Pearl Fey. A trick that often helped her Daddy feel better or at the very least not feel alone. It wasn't magic, but it worked like magic. It seemed like something Apollo needed. Trucy came up to Apollo and wrapped her small arms around his shoulders. At first, Apollo didn't move, but then eventually, he returned the hug. Feeling the hug being returned, Trucy smiled, patting Apollo's back.

"It's okay, Polly. I know it may not seem like it, but everything is going to be okay. I'm here and even if you've left the Agency, Daddy is always here too. You can talk to him about anything, no matter what it is. Even if he may disagree with it. Just talk to us. Tell us what's on your mind. We're not just your colleagues, we're your family. You're not alone."

"Am I really?" Apollo asked, his voice sounding crack. He was trying to hold back his tears.

"I mean it, Polly. If there is something bothering you. If it's about Athena, you can talk to Daddy and I about that too."

"... he's going to defend Athena. I know it. You know how he is. He will believe in her innocence no matter what."

"It doesn't mean he won't listen. Daddy is more sympathetic than you realize, Polly. He has a friend too that he's close to like you were with Clay... two of them actually. I'm certain, if he were in your shoes, he'd feel like how you're feeling right now."

"..."

"He's also had someone he thought was his friend, who betrayed him and murdered someone with poison. You know whom I'm talking about."

"... yeah," Apollo said, showing a bitter smile. How could he forget about Kristoph Gavin?

"He's worried too, you know. He wants to help you, but you've been distancing yourself from us."

"... I..." Apollo said before hearing sirens going off. "WHAT'S THAT!?!"

"I don't know!" Trucy exclaimed, her gloved hand to her mouth.

"Stay close," Apollo said, about to leave the Space Museum before a small group of people came running inside the museum, all employees, being chased by fifteen robots.

"The robots! They've invaded the Space Center!"

"We're all gonna die!"

"HELP MEEEEEEEEE!"

"Hold it! What's going on!?" Apollo demanded, trying to find someone to talk to.

"Justice, my boy. The robots, they're surrounding the Space Center!" Mr. Cosmos called out, explaining the situation. He had also been inside the mob.

"The robots!? Can they do that!?" Trucy asked, flabbergasted.

"If controlled by the right people, yes. Considering who made these robots, I have an inking suspicion on who the one controlling these robots is."

"... Ms. Blackquill," Apollo muttered, crossing his arms. Considering how close Simon Blackquill's execution date is, if there was anyone that would go through these kind of desperate measures, it was her.

"We need to warn Daddy!" Trucy exclaimed.

"Mr. Cosmos, are there any phones we can use?"

"I'm afraid all the phones are in the lounge and, with the robots running a muck, it's impossible for us to get out. There's only one entrance out, I'm afraid," Mr. Cosmos replied.

"We can't just stand here!" Trucy glared, putting her fists on her hips.

"Hey you! Hostage Number 1!" One of the robots called out, whose screen on its face was now purple instead of sky blue with an evil smirk.

"Me?"

"Come here! I'll let you talk to them!" The robot replied, before displaying a screen of what looked to be like a frantic Phoenix Wright. Apollo was glad he wasn't on the screen. He knew his boss or former boss was known for not thinking rationally when his loved ones were in danger. Even if they weren't on agreeing terms, Apollo knew his presence would give Phoenix more to worry about than just Trucy. He didn't think Ms. Blackquill would try to harm Trucy, but with Phoenix at the state he's in, he was beyond thinking rationally.

"Daddy?" Trucy called, focusing on the screen. "Daddy, is that you?"

"Trucy? Trucy, is that you? No..." Phoenix asked, looking more panicked than Apollo had ever seen from him. He signaled to Trucy to not mention his presence. "Trucy, are you alright?"

Turning to the camera on the robot, Trucy said, "About fifteen robots are holding twelve of us hostage, Daddy! They've gone haywire! A researcher is the one behind it! She's here con--" At that moment, the second robot nudged her, startling and knocking her down. "Eeeeeeeek!" Afterwards, the screen turned to snow. "HEY! What's the big idea!?"

"I guess you spoke too much," Apollo said, sounding incredibly annoyed.

"Ugh, it's no use talking some sense out of Aura at this point. It seems she's gone completely off the rails," Mr. Cosmos said.

"No kidding," Apollo agreed, sweat dripping from his face. "Either way, we need to find a way to get a hold of Ms. Blackquill. Is there a way? Where could she be?"

"Probably in her lab with the door locked, if I had to guess. I can't see any other way she'd be able to control those robots and she can't be in Mentis' old lab."

"I guess that makes sense," Trucy replied.

"No worries, I doubt Ms. Blackquill intends on killing anyone. She might be trying to save her brother through desperate means, but she's no killer."

"Mr. Wright doesn't know that! You saw how he looked. Knowing Trucy is here, he's not going to be thinking rationally," Apollo stated.

"Hahaha sounds like you're starting to see the idea, Mr. Justice," the robot finally spoke again.

"Ms. Blackquill, what is the meaning of this? I know you're the one behind all this!" Apollo asked demandingly.

Ms. Blackquill replied, "why do you think? You know as well as I do that my stubborn brother will protect the little princess no matter what I do."

"That doesn't mean holding people hostage!" Apollo shouted with his cords of steel. "Do you think your brother would like hearing the News that his sister has turned into a criminal?"

"Pfft like you're in any better position, lobster boy! Metis is dead and I'm about to lose my brother! I have nothing else to lose and neither should you!" Ms. Blackquill stated firmly, making Apollo groan. "Anyways, I need a Prosecutor to go up against Wright. I made a little bargain with him to recreate the UR-1 with the little princess as the defendant. Since you two are familiar with him and I don't trust my brother with this one, I thought maybe you two would know someone."

"Well... um... the only one I can think of at the moment is Gavin, but-" Apollo stated before being cut off.

"Wrong! You think I trust that pompous punker that was responsible for covering up his brother's forgery?"

"But, that wasn't his fault, he-"

"Try again! If you don't give me someone, I'll have to take out one of these hostages one by one."

"Stop it, Aura. We know that's not your style," Mr. Cosmos stated.

"What would you know, old man!?" Ms. Blackquill shouted.

"Wait, what about the Chief Prosecutor?" Trucy suggested.

"Huh?" Apollo asked, confused.

"I mean, he was the one that got Mr. Blackquill back into prosecution as an inmate."

"... go on," Ms. Blackquill said. Apollo was honestly surprised she was more willing to listen to Trucy's idea. Though, she did bring up a good point about bringing Mr. Blackquill back into prosecution.

"He's been the one helping your brother out since day 1. In fact, he was the only Prosecutor that stood up for your brother, after the UR-1. He was helping Daddy too when he lost his badge as well. He's been fighting the Dark Age of Law and is the reason why it hasn't become worse since last year."

"Wait, he was?" Apollo asked, surprised. He heard that the Chief Prosecutor had been responsible for allowing Simon Blackquill to prosecute as an inmate, but he never heard of the Chief Prosecutor helping Phoenix.

"Yeah, why do you think Daddy was able to turn the Vera Misham trial into a Jury Trial? That was all Prosecutor Edgeworth! He had connections and, because of his efforts to prove Daddy's innocence, he was promoted as Chief Prosecutor."

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Back up! Prosecutor Edgeworth is the Chief Prosecutor!? He's the one that brought Simon Blackquill back into prosecution!?" Apollo asked, flabbergasted. He knew about Prosecutor Edgeworth from his trials with Phoenix Wright, but this was News to him.

"You didn't know? It was all over the News. Don't tell me you were too busy reading the funnies!" Trucy glared, putting her fists on her hips.

"Well, I know now. But wait, if he's Chief Prosecutor, wouldn't he be too busy with other things? I thought Chief Prosecutors didn't focus on local trials."

"If the case is important enough to effect the state, he'd go for it, and, if it involves Daddy and hostages, I don't see why he wouldn't be involved. Besides, what better way to end the Dark Age of Law than to have the Chief Prosecutor be the one Prosecuting the trial that started it?"

"Hm... you make a good case, though Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth also has a record of withholding evidence and using fabricated evidence," Ms. Blackquill stated.

"That was a long time ago! Besides, most of it wasn't his fault and he did admit what he did before tackling much bigger Cases like the Yatagaratsu Case and exposing the corrupt black market dealings inside the P.I.C."

"..."

"Listen, I don't agree with what you're doing. In fact, I'd even say that it makes you just as corrupt as the courts you hate so much," Apollo stated.

"Watch it, Justice! I already like you, don't make me change that!"

"That being said, I get why you're doing this. Simon Blackquill had been wronged by the courts and now he's about to pay the price for something he didn't do. On top of that, Athena might've been the one responsible and, yes, she's been protected. You have every right to feel bitter and angry! I feel angry too! I'm angry that one of my closest friends was stripped from me and it makes me feel even more angry that Athena might be the one responsible."

"Polly..." Trucy muttered sadly.

"More than that, I feel angry that the one person that may've been responsible for his death is the one person I'm very close to. She's like family to me. The fact she could be a potential murder kills me. I'm certain you must've felt the same. After all, Athena was only 12 and... you were close to her too, weren't you? Like you were her Aunt figure."

"..."

"I'm certain you must've felt alone, that there was no one to turn to. Losing your closest friend, her potential murder being the one person everyone else loves as much as you do... I can only imagine how much torture you must've felt all these years. But... you're not alone. You don't have to be. Even if you don't realize it, even those that disagree with you or may even stick up for Athena, they'll listen to you, if you give them a chance. Perhaps it's my fault for not giving Mr. Wright a chance. It's not like he's never had one of his friends turn out to be a traitor or experienced being alone. I'm certain there's at least one person you've been overlooking that would listen to you, if you gave them a chance."

"Like who?"

"Well... me... and Mr. Starbuck... and Director Cosmos... and Clay. He was always someone to talk to. You can ask Mr. Starbuck. I'm not saying they're perfect or will agree with you, but if they're willing to listen, then you won't have to feel alone. Trust is earned, don't get me wrong, but even trust cannot come until you give that person a chance."

"... Trucy, right? Do you have a phone number to contact Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth?" Ms. Blackquill asked.

"Oh, yes! Here, let me type it down," Trucy said, typing the phone number on the keypad on the robot.

"Thank you. And, Justice."

"Yes?" Apollo asked.

"Thank you. I'll get back with you in a moment," Ms. Blackquill said before the robot continued on keeping everyone hostage.

"Great quick thinking, Trucy. I'm sorry for getting you involved in all of this," Apollo said.

"What do you mean?" Trucy asked.

"I mean... you only came here, because of me. Had I not left the Wright Anything Agency and talked with Mr. Wright, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Now, hold it right there, Polly!" Trucy cried, glaring with her fists on her hips. "Coming here was my choice and no one could've known about the hostage situation. It isn't anyone's fault, but Ms. Blackquill's. Besides, knowing Daddy, he'll pull something off and, with Uncle Miles' help, I'm certain they'll clear this mess. They have before!"

"Uncle Miles?" Apollo asked confused.

"Yeah, he's kinda like an uncle to me. But, that's beside the point. You gotta have a little faith, Polly. Everything's gonna be alright. I trust Daddy and I trust Uncle Miles. He's always helped Daddy pull through anything. They have before."

"I mean, no offense and not I don't trust Mr. Wright, but I don't know Pros- I mean Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth."

"Well, didn't you just say that you can't learn to trust someone, unless you give them a chance?"

"Yes, but-"

"Listen, Uncle Miles will help Daddy. He's always helped Daddy when he's not able to think straight. Believe it or not, Uncle Miles was the reason Daddy became a Defense Attorney."

"He... was? I thought it was because of a class trial that happened when he was a kid," Apollo said. He had heard the story from Phoenix during his days working with him, while he was still a piano player. Apollo was amazed how Phoenix's inspiration for becoming a Defense Attorney was from the one kid that stood up for him when no one else did.

"It was. Who do you think was the one that stood up for Daddy?"

"Wait... No way. Don't tell me..."

"That's right! It was Uncle Miles. He was the one that stood up for Daddy as a kid. Ever since then, they've always been there helping each other out, even on opposite ends. Whenever Daddy was in serious trouble, Uncle Miles has always been the one he turns to and the same in reverse. In fact, it was Uncle Miles that convinced Daddy to return back into law."

"Wait, really? I thought it was to end the Dark Age of Law."

"It was, but you noticed how Daddy was talking on the phone with a certain friend of his before mentioning that? Daddy also mentioned helping a certain friend in Europe, even when he was disbarred."

"Oh yeah, he- oh, but, how did you know...?"

"Hahaha because Daddy always calls Uncle Miles a certain friend. It's kinda like their code name. Uncle Miles was the one that started it during his Investigations, talking about how a certain man had saved him and changed his way of Prosecuting. Rumors began spreading around about who this certain man was and, in response, Phoenix began calling Uncle Miles a certain friend when referring to him."

"Hahaha that's funny. You know, it kinda reminds me of what Clay and I used to be. I suppose there's a lot about Mr. Wright I still don't know."

"I'm sure you'll learn."

"Hostage Number 2!" The robot called to me, who was probably Ms. Blackquill. It grabbed me by my wrist.

"Hey, what gives?" I asked.

"You're free to go. I made a bargain with the Chief Prosecutor to release one hostage, if he agreed to Prosecute. He's already finished investigating with Wright, so he'll be taking you home."

"Wait, uh..."

"It's okay, Polly. I'll stay here and keep everyone entertained until this mess is sorted out," Trucy promised.

"Alright! Be safe, okay!"

"Don't worry about me! I'll be fine! You'll be fine too!"

"That's right. I'm fine!" Apollo called back, allowing the robot to escort him down the hall.

The robot eventually released his wrist as they walked down the hall. Eventually, they came to the Boarding Lounge where there stood the Chief Prosecutor himself. Apollo gulped nervously. He had never met Prosecutor Edgeworth up close or even a Chief Prosecutor. He could already feel butterflies in his stomach he hadn't felt since his first day of meeting Phoenix Wright. He felt embarrassed at how much of a dorky fanboy he acted around his sorta boss.

"Mr. Justice?" Edgeworth responded, raising both eyebrows. He must've not known that Apollo was being kept hostage as well.

"Well, here's one hostage that is close to Mr. Wright, as promised. I don't find any reason to keep him," Ms. Blackquill stated.

"Not what I expected, but... thank you."

"Ha, I'll be seeing you in court!"

The robot left and Apollo followed Edgeworth, feeling nervous. He couldn't believe he was standing next to Prosecutor Edgeworth, the famously known prosecutor in the district, who happened to be Phoenix Wright's childhood friend.

"Are you hurt?" Edgeworth asked.

"Huh?" Apollo asked, feeling sweat on the back of his neck.

"Are you hurt? I noticed you're covering your right eye."

"O-Oh no! It's um... It's helping me control my senses."

"Senses?"

"Y-You know... my um... ability to sense other's nervous habits."

"Ah, yes. Your hyper sensitive sensing abilities. I've had the pleasure in watching you use it in your court cases against Mr. Gavin. You have an incredible gift, Mr. Justice."

"Th-Thanks," Apollo replied, smiling slightly before turning it back into a frown.

"Is something the matter. You seemed troubled."

"I suppose you could say that. I lost my friend Clay and... yeah."

"Ah, Ms. Cykes. Yes, Wright has explained to me the situation. Do you perhaps have your doubts on Ms. Cykes guilt?"

"... I know I shouldn't. This is my colleague, but-"

"You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Huh?"

"In the Prosecution Office, while our numbers are much larger than your agency, the dynamic is still the same. Many of us look to each other as family. Sometimes we may look to each other to fill in the spot of Prosecution to avoid Conflict of Interest."

"Conflict of Interest?"

"Yes, sometimes the defendants turnout to be a loved one that is on trial for a crime. As such, sometimes we place out a request for someone else to fill in that role. I myself had to do this many times, because the Defendant turned out to be... a certain man that had saved me at some point."

"... Mr. Wright?" Apollo asked as Edgeworth's eyes widened, staring at him. "Trucy told me... you and Mr. Wright have this code name when referring to each other."

"... I see. Yes, I have requested Mr. Winston Payne to fill in for me. He might seem like a stick-in-the-mud, but he's a good and loyal colleague. Can't say the same for his brother. I'm still having trouble with him, especially after his display in the bombing trial."

"Oh," Apollo replied, laughing dorkily. He remembered another Payne prosecuting for that trial.

"With that said, even with our family dynamic, sometimes we also hold doubts for one another, even having to Prosecute against one of our own," Edgeworth admitted as Apollo turned to him with widened eyes. "One time, I had to Prosecute against my former boss. She was always there to help me out during times of crisis. Yet, that moment, when a detective caught her in the act of stabbing another fellow detective before setting him in the trunk of my car, I... had many doubts. It couldn't help that there was a lot of evidence against her, including creating falsified evidence for me to use in the past that earned me the name Demon Prosecutor."

"Yikes! Wow, I mean... that's pretty bad."

"Indeed. She wasn't the last one I had doubts. When Wright lost his badge, I had the greatest amount of distrust towards Mr. Gavin. I never liked him personally. He was a bit too punkish and glittery. Also, his office looks as clean and organized as a pig's pen and he treats the court as if it's his personal concert," Edgeworth criticized as Apollo chuckled at that one. At least it wasn't just him that gets annoyed at Klavier's antics. "Be it as it may, I never doubted his strong firm to the truth and leaving no stone unturned. At least, that is what I had believed until..."

"... what did you do?"

"What could I do? Everyone believed Wright to be the culprit and I knew from the layout of the trial that he was obviously set up. For a long time, I had my doubts on Gavin. I'd be lying if I said it didn't kill me to know that one of my colleagues I greatly respected, aside from his flamboyant ego, set up Wright and destroyed him. No one could understand my feelings. Wright wasn't just some rival or Defense Lawyer of the week, he was my closest and most trusted friend. He was the one that made me who I am. I'd be dead right now if not for him."

"Yeah... that's how I feel about Clay. Around college, I lost contact with my family. Never heard from them. I completely lost faith in everything and I didn't have anyone. Clay was the one that kept me from going under. He always told me 'You're fine.' We'd shout 'I'm fine!' and laugh together. It helped remind me that no matter how bad things get, I'll be fine and I can get through anything."

"Hm..." Edgeworth responded, listening carefully.

"But... Athena."

"Wright believes wholeheartedly that it is her. Though, that is what he believes. You, on the other hand, do not have to share the same thoughts as him, even if you both work in the same office."

"Sir?"

"Everyone believed Klavier could not be capable of forgery. It's the reason why they kept believing it was Wright. To go against your own colleague is considered unthinkable. It was the reason why the Dark Age of Law exists. People think they have to blindly believe in people's innocence just because they're family or friends. Unfortunately, that's not how the real world works. You have to question every possibility or else be blinded from the truth. It's why Prosecutors and Defense Attorney sexist," Edgeworth stated. "Don't get me wrong, having faith in someone's innocence is important too, but with faith comes a foundation of that faith. If we do not learn to doubt, then how do we learn to believe?"

"... I never thought of it that way."

"Ms. Cykes is not your client and even if she is your colleague, your faith in her must have a foundation. It is no different with clients, family or anyone else. Is the foundation of a Defense Attorney's faith in their clients not out of a relationship built between them?"

Apollo's eyes widened. Edgeworth was right! He turned and said, "for a Prosecutor, you sure have a greater understanding of what it means to be a Defense Attorney."

"I suppose that comes with experience. My father was a Defense Attorney."

"Really? That's cool! My foster father is one too."

"Hm... yes, I can see that. I used to assist my father during his trials. He always formed a relationship with all his clients. It's how he built trust between them. While I may not be a Defense Attorney, I still form relationships with the suspects I come in contact with in order to understand the situation. It builds both trust and doubt. So, even the defendants I indict are people I already know quite well and have both trust and doubt. If they're innocent, I expect them to prove it to me with the help of their Attorneys so that I may earn their trust."

"I want to trust Athena again."

"Then, I expect you to be at the gallery, so that you may earn back that trust?" Edgeworth asked, stopping by at the curb where he was waiting for a taxi.

"Yeah. Thanks for the talk. Please, find the truth about UR-1. I-If... If you and Mr. Wright can find the killer of UR-1, then..."

"I will do what I can. Knowing Wright, if Ms. Cykes is innocent, he will prove it without fail, even if he has to dig into his bag of bluffs to do so."

"I'll take a bluff, if that's what it takes."

"Then, we will see each other in court."