[RL 22: Work Interrupted]

((OOC: Future-dated a few hours. Taking place at 1:20a Los Angeles time, very early morning on July 13th, or at 10:20a Paris time. Follows the events of this thread. We'll be spamming you guys with several more threads as we move through Trials and Tribulations canon: apologies in advance, watch out for spoilers, etc.))

When the call came in the courtroom was silent enough that even the quiet vibration of Edgeworth's phone seemed oppressive to his ears. He glanced quickly around the gallery; all eyes were directed to the solemn tableau playing out before the bench and his eyes followed, though his hand dove into his jacket pocket with a sudden sharp movement. When he extricated his phone, he finally tore his gaze away from the prosecutor's stern countenance to glance at the screen.

He blinked at the name that was displayed, hesitating long enough for the call to go to voicemail. Brows furrowed, he eventually put the phone back into his pocket and turned his attention to the bench again, where the judge was requesting clarification on a point of the defense's case.

The second time his phone went off was in the midst of one of the prosecutor's (increasingly sloppy) attempts to contradict the defense's proposed theory. Even as he rolled his eyes at the man's controlled but noticeable frustration, Edgeworth pulled out his phone. The display was the same, as expected, and he glared heatedly at it before shoving it back into his pocket.

Mercifully, the phone remained silent for a while. Edgeworth had just interpreted the real meaning behind the slight smile quirking the defense attorney's lips ('The garden hoe. Impressive.') when the buzzing interrupted his thoughts for a third and final time. Suppressing an ungentlemanly growl he rose to his feet and slipped carefully past the people in his aisle, making his way to the small side door and escaping into the lobby. The moment the door shut solidly behind him he pressed the talk button and quickly raised the phone to his ear.

"What?!"