Oh dammit, so that was why he was here! Franziska felt the stab of her own forgetfulness like a physical blow, jerking slightly and sending the things in her box rattling against each other softly. So that was what he'd been doing and why he was late. And that also meant he hadn't seen that Lelouch Lamperouge's message.

"He has been released," she said, voice tight as she stepped forward, up next to the Detective. Their victim was gone, but the case had to continue. "I confirmed with two sources and you are the third. Miles Edgeworth is gone."

As much as she hated to put that truth to voice and make it materialize, she had no choice. "There is nothing we can do besides finish this case and then find him and bring him back to his senses." Franziska was amazed sometimes at how self-assured she could sound. The strength in her voice sounded odd to her, like it was somehow coming from someone else. Holding the box in her hands out to the detective, she fixed a steady gaze on him, daring to disobey her order. "We are going to make fingerprint powder. Any objections?"