Edgeworth was busy standing over a mahogany desk when Jenna came to him. He was going through the drawers, tossing old yellowed paper out that had belonged to the bank that had been in the building beforehand. The desk was rather elaborate and although he did not know whom it belonged to previously, he knew that it was expensive-looking and that he wanted it.

He looked up at Jenna, frowning initially. Then he put some of the papers into a pile to go out with the trash.

“I can’t come with you right now, I am sorry to say.” He shook his head. “I am cleaning today. Among other things.”