"We've found it."
"You've what?" Ema exclaimed, pressing the communication device so tightly against her ear that Edgeworth cringed at the secretive 'crack' he heard as its plastic seams struggled to stop themselves from snapping. A few more inaudible words on the other end of the line reached the forensic scientist's ears, and her face practically lit up with joy;
"A car crash? Look - tell me all the details when we get there!" She began to pace around the housed area excitedly, almost accidentally crashing into a few unsuspecting members of the police force who were still hard at work investigating the scene.
"What? Is it okay? Is my precious baby safe?"

A pause.

"Look-NO! Don't make fun of me for calling it my baby - you jerk!" She screeched, causing the prosecutor to flinch in shock with the unprecedented noise. He glared at her in annoyance.
"Okay! We'll be there right away. And-oh? Wait, what?" Ema suddenly stood stock-still and listened overly-intently to the phone, feeling a chill run up her spine.
"What did they look like? No, not that one. Tell me about the one in the blindfold. Mhm. Spiky black hair? Whereabouts is this again? Nearby my ba-van?" Edgeworth's ears perked up to the familiar sentence: 'Spiky black hair'.

Only one person on the planet could be described in that way.

"Here, give me that!" The prosecutor snatched the phone out of the forensic scientist - who was now very ticked off, and was trying desperately to grab the device back from the prosecutor, who was holding it just out of her reach -'s hands.
"Where is Phoenix." Edgeworth demanded, impatiently pacing around the place as he awaited an answer to come flowing through the badly-connected phone-line with a loud crackle interrupting their sentence every few seconds.
"Who is this? I cannot disclose personal information to a stranger who is not involved in this case. Please pass me back to Ms Skye."
"I'm his boyfriend." Edgeworth snapped before continuing;
"Now, tell me where he is."
"You're Mr Edgeworth? Goodness, I'm so sorry sir!"
"I won't lower your salary.. As long as you tell me where to find him."
"O-Of course, sir!" The person on the other end of the line boomed through the speakers, pausing for a moment, and then answered;
"Brookmoor. Brookmoor Hall."
"The abandoned one?"
"Of course. How many other Brookmoor Halls are there?" A small smile flickered upon the prosecutor's lips. How utterly predictable. This kidnapper was certainly fond of abandoned spaces.
"Thank you. Oh - and, could you please hold for a moment? I need to talk to someone and then I'd like to ask you something else." A hesitant response eventually arrived;
"Certainly, sir," The prosecutor hastily gestured to Ema, bringing the phone away from his ear for a minute, and quickly spoke.
"Ms Skye, call some form of transportation immediately. Preferably one of the police-force's cars. Yes, call one of the police's cars here." Ema gaped at him with a slight irritation glinting in her eyes;
"We can't call a police car without a proper reason, Mr Edgeworth! Surely you-"
"There is a hostage being held captive right now and we know exactly where they are. Reason enough for you? I'm sure you can find something." He aggressively retorted, causing the forensic scientist to plainly nod and scuttle off to one of the police-officers in order to borrow one of their phones - as hers was being occupied by Edgeworth. The prosecutor brought the device up to his ear again;
"Apologies for the delay,"
"It was nothing, sir. What did you need to ask?"
"How did you find him in this place? By accident, or..?" Edgeworth calmly strode over to a stubby, bricked, garden wall and leant on it as he spoke.
"There was a car accident on the nearby motorway. A vehicle had been completely trashed and blown off of the road by a large white van - which we tracked down using GPS, as it had a tracker on it since it was a forensics van belonging to the police, or, technically, Ms Skye."
"So you attempted to track down the perpetrator?"
"Yes. Apparently they just drove on, above the speed limit. The victims of the crash say the driver was crazy, causing the vehicle to swerve around uncontrollably." Edgeworth blew through his teeth. If he despised anything most of all, it was insane drivers - due to a few of his own 'run-ins'. Did he hate anything more than irresponsible drivers? Elusive kidnappers.
"Have you come across the one responsible for this?"
"Well, at the Hall we are at right now where the van is, there is only one group of men inside the place - so we are assuming they are the guilty party."
"Does that include Phoenix?"
"He is in there as well, yes, but his wrists are bound and he is blindfolded - so he could not have logically been responsible."
"I presume you are aware of the kidnapping incident?" The prosecutor shifted upon the brick wall, feeling the coolness of its material soak through his suit's trousers.
"The one in which Mr Wright was kidnapped? Yes."
"And you are aware that you have stumbled upon the kidnapping?"

There was a long pause.

"Oh. I hadn't.... I hadn't really thought about that." Edgeworth laughed bitterly and sarcastically at the response;
"Bravo! We are now on the same page."
"Oh gosh. What do we do now, Mr Edgeworth? We can't let them get aw-"
"No need to fret." The prosecutor crossed his legs.
"Huh?"
"Ms Skye is calling up a police car. We are going to be there in 10 minutes - tops. Think you can hold out for that long?"
"Um.. Okay.."
"Listen - do not let anyone approach the individuals inside in my absence, do you hear me? NO ONE." Edgeworth arose from his 'seat' as a police car pulled up beside the abandoned office. Ema also began to approach the vehicle.
"Yes, sir."
"And make sure all the perimeters are sealed - got it? Call backup if you must. We cannot allow them to escape."
"Yes, sir.."
"They have not seen you yet, yes?"
"No, we've only just arrived..."
"Perfect. Keep it that way." The prosecutor abruptly ended the call, practically dashing into the other front seat of the police-car before Ema had even a chance to decide where she was going to settle down.
"Hey, Mr Edgeworth! You totally hogged my seat!" She exclaimed as she clambered into the cramped, leather back-seat of the car. The prosecutor rolled his eyes and tapped the driver on the shoulder;
"Please do excuse her behaviour." The driver nodded and began to pull out of the driveway, the car smoothly gliding across the cobbled pave-stones as they left the clueless investigators behind.
"My behaviour? What cheek! You're the one who.." Edgeworth chuckled to himself as he tuned out of that particular radio-station and, instead, turned his attention to the winding roads presenting themselves to them.

It was now or never.