Phoenix instinctively gripped the armrest on the door; after growing up with someone like Larry, he was more than accustomed to reckless driving. His grip grew tighter, however, as the cell phone rang once, twice, three times, until finally dropping him in Edgeworth’s voicemail after the fourth. His stomach sank as he pulled the phone from his ear, hit ‘redial’, and tried again.

“After this turn, you’ll be going straight again for a few more blocks,” he said, an undeniable note of concern in his voice.