As soon as Mina reached the detention center, she was greeted in an unmistakable and quite questionable manner from a semi-washed up heart throb.

"Looks like my smokin' hot attorney is back! Ay babe! What took ya so long?"

Dustin Himbolake mugged and flashed her a pair of finger guns from behind the glass. He was wearing a black tank-top revealing his perfectly toned Gollywood muscles and had somehow acquired a pair of shades When she was younger, Mina might have felt swoony at this display, but not today. She was all business on proving her client Dustin was innocent...or guilty.

"Sorry, Mr. Himbolake," she said, trying to sound professional for once around him. "I just ran into that an unpleasant person literally. But now, I'm all ready for business."

"Hey now, hey," Dustin said, placing his muscles behind his head to flex. "Call me, Dustin, babe. And I wonder if you were talking about that ginger prosecutor. She must really have no soul if she doesn't find me absolutely delectable!"

Mina shook her head, trying to remain objective. "Did she ask you anything?"

Dustin chuckled. "Just my relationship with my ex manager. Hah, with fives like her I am always strictly professional!"

Mina's eyes widened. Dustin seemed quite amused with his ex manager's incarceration. She wrinkled her button nose. If she played her cards right, she could uncover Dustin's motive without even using her EAP.

"Are you shocked that she tried to frame you?" Mina asked. "Technically, Ms. Cilan is why you are on trial."

For the first time, Himbolake turned her head away. Even though she couldn't see his eyes behind his glasses, she seemed to strike a nerve with him.

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"I'm not surprised," Dustin said placing his hands together. "Because...she was Whitney Stabs ex manager!"

Mina's eyes widened so far they bulged. "Hold my E-Phone! Penny Cilan was your ex's ex manager and now she's yours?!"

"Yes!" Dustin exclaimed. "So, of course she has a vendetta against me!"

She placed a finger to her lips and smirked. "Well, ex marks the spot! Care to tell me how all this came to be and..."

Himbolake frowned and shook his head and suddenly, the room went entirely black except for the hunk and herself. A white smokey aura enraptured his body, as colorless as his motives and identity. Mina gasped. "My lawdy...Seems I've unlocked his aura! He's definitely hiding something and now I'm really getting deep into this heart throb's head and heart."

She blinked and the detention center went back to normal. Dustin crossed his toned arms, tapping his fingers on the sides of them. "Dustin..." she chimed in, making sure he heard her. "Care to tell me how Ms. Cilan became your manager?"

Dustin was silent and pushed up his dark glasses. "I'd like to talk with my attorney about this," he said.

"What in the huh?" Mina asked. "I am your attorney!"

"Another one," Dustin said coldly. "One who doesn't ask so many questions. You're supposed to be getting me out of prison, not personally investigating me. What kind of a hack are you?"

Mina winced. She couldn't believe her favorite male popstar as a girl called her a hack. Perhaps she had struck a nerve with him as he seemed to have grown irate and cagey. Mina began to doubt her client's innocence by the second.

She put on her brave face and faced Himbolake head on. "So you're not going to tell me what happened?!"

Himbolake turned away from her. His campy hunk voice was drained of its vivaciousness. "I believe I'm gonna recuse myself, slick. This doesn't pertain to my case whatsoever. Why don't you come back when you're ready to prove my innocence?"

"I can't prove your innocence if you don't tell me all the details!" Mina said, putting her hands on her hips and leaning forward.

Dustin started to walk back to his cell. "Wait" Mina cried, stifling a grasp.

But it was too late. Himbolake had left, and with it, the case was completely up in the air. Mina wasn't sure what kind of scandal Himbolake was disguising but now she has no chance of knowing what it was.

Or did she. Mina remembered the cops were holding someone else.

"Connection!" Mina exclaimed, her eyes lighting up like a pair of auburn lightbulbs. "I'll go see his ex-mana-jerk!"