Mina, Trudy and Star were speechless. The woman's getup was outrageous even by Business Park standards. And Mina was sure with that bouffant even fashion forward Paris locals would be raising their rouged eyelids in confusion.

"I am not sorry for your speechlessness," Mademoiselle Krepes answered, holding her gloved hands to her face. "Because zere eez nothing on my face. Eet eez tres perfection!"

She reached inside her enormous powdered wig and removed a plate with a piece of creme de le creme frosted vanilla cake and smiled kindly. "Now would you care for some cake before I get down to telling Matinee zat eet will soon be off with his head."

"Three questions..." Mina said at last. "First of all, are you a 16th century French aristocrat who has somehow time traveled into the 21st century? Second, how does your wig hold cake in it? And third, what the everloving huh is going on here?!"

Mademoiselle merely smirked, twitching her turned up nose. "First off, I 'ave just returned from play rehearsal. I am the lead actress in the hit Paris production, Let Them Eat Crepes: Mary Annette, Head Aristocrat of Paris!"

"And your last name is conveniently Krepes too?" Mina asked. "How exactly did you get this role?"

Star waltzed to Mina and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Mina, Mina. Sweet innocent Mina. In the world of acting, you can get a role in two different ways. Having talent or...rich daddies. And you can guess one of those Monika Krepes possesses."

"'ow dare you!" Monika hissed. "Implying nepotism eez zee only way a beautiful starlet like me gets roles. My daddy passed when I was only four. Ever since then, I 'ave had to rely on zee sugar of non related daddies!"

The mademoiselle paused for a split second. "But I 'ave not answered your other question. My wig holds cake because eet eez just as powdered and frosted as zee morsel. As well as yours truly!"

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Monika paused and smirked. "And zee reason I am here, eez to personally have my cake as I watch that slime Todd Matinee personally get incarcerated!"

She removed a miniature fork from her wig and began to devour her cake as everyone stared slack jawed.

"So you've really come to gloat?" Mina asked. "Are you really that much a snob?"

Monika Krepes cocked a painted eyebrow. "I was a witness to zee gratuitous killing of my dearest Christian DeChamps Frere Jacobson. My testimony arrested zat phony who dared call himself Christian's partner."

"Care to tell us about it instead of just eating cake?" Mina asked rolling her eyes.

Monika glared with immense hostility at Mina, as if her vision could cut her like Mary Annette's head. "You think I would tell you zat? I am saving my testimony for court, Mon Frere! For eet eez my words that will decapitate any alibi or motive he claims to have! His testimony will be walking around without a head when I am through with him!"

'Wait,' Mina thought to herself. "EAP to the rescue!"

She placed her fingers to her temples, closed her eyes and uttered a loud OMMMM in front of everyone.

'Come on now,' Mina said softly. 'Show your aura. Show your aura. Please show your true colors.'

Her mind tried to envision Mademoiselle Monika Krepes, but aside from being a rich, snobby, French actress, she didn't know anything about her motives. Why was she so angry at Todd Matinee? What kind of testimony did she have that it was so potent it could sever someone's head...metaphorically speaking... hopefully.

Suddenly, Mina missed Raven too. His weird stint as a mayor left her high and dry as a defense attorney. She was lucky enough to succeed at the Victoria Electra case, but this one proved to be more tangled than a powdered French weave.

She could not trace Krepes' Aura, so she reluctantly dropped her EAP for now.

When she opened her eyes, Monika Krepes looked angrily than a wet poodle. "Todd!" she shouted across the room. "I 'ave no need for your defense attorney and her stupid yogurt meditation"

"Umm," Mina added. "I think you mean yoga meditation! And uh good. We don't need you either, Miss Mary Annette. You sit on a throne of cake, wigs and lies!"

"Zat eez eet!" Monika shouted. "I am talking to zat new prosecutor, Ashley Ryan. She will see to it personally that you are on zee guillotine! Off with your robo-head, Monsieur Matinee!"

Mademoiselle Monika Krepes stormed out, leaving Mina and her client trapped in a web of uncertainty.