[Edgeworth nods, then armed with this data seats himself at his desk and starts typing at his laptop, checking the prosecution office's local database for a match.
Sure enough...]
Very well... Mr. Faraday.
[The words are nearly choked out, and tinged with discomfort and unease too great to hide.]
no subject
Sure enough...]
Very well... Mr. Faraday.
[The words are nearly choked out, and tinged with discomfort and unease too great to hide.]