Edgeworth groans, closing his eyes and massaging his temple.

"Badd," he says, muttering through gritted teeth. "It was Detective Badd."

It was him. Of course it was him. Because their first encounter wasn't irritating enough, oh no. He has to be a vigilante thief on top of everything else. No wonder he didn't want Franziska and him snooping around the murder scene...and god! He was the detective in charge of the Yatagarasu case, too! Nngh, he can feel a headache coming on already...