Welcome to my new story. For this one we are returning to "Persona X Death Note", a series of stories I have planned that began with my first story "If This Be Godhood". (And I'd highly recommend reading both it and it's sequel "I Reject It" to gain some background information.) And now a surprise, this is going to be a triple crossover. Just cause I wanna, we're delving into the world of Ace Attorney.
Now a few things before we start. This will be the first of a series of stories, one story for each game. HOWEVER, all of the cases will be placed in chronological order, so be ready for that. I will also NOT be taking Gyakuten Kenji 2 into account (unless Capcom by some miracle decides to release a local version).
Each individual case will be handled by one member of III (Inaba Investigations International) who will be assisting the person doing the trial and/or investigation. I will also be doing the who "Law & Order" style introduction to each scene cause I think it's awesome. Also, chapters will be divided by in-game chapter breaks. Finally, please note that I do not own anyone from Ace Attorney, Persona, or Death Note (and to make sure you know this, I'll be reminding you every chapter). Now as they say at NASA, let's light this candle.
Chapter 1: Turnabout Reminiscence Part 1
September 10, 2011 (1 year, 5 months, and 18 days before the closure of the Kira case):
L Lawliet sat in the viewing gallery of a well-known courthouse in Los Angeles, California. Having heard about a case involving the death of a staff member at the Cohdopian Embassy, one which was apparently the easiest the police force there had ever had, L decided to have a look for himself. He was a tall and rather lanky man who was in his mid-twenties. He always seemed to have a tired look about him, with his eyes having dark circles beneath them. He had a mop of black hair that was very unkempt, and he wore his usual attire of a white shirt with black jeans. His shoes lay empty on the floor beneath him, as he had taken to crouching in his chair like always. The people that were immediately next to him couldn't help but stare in bewilderment.
L ignored the stares, he was used to them. As he continued to watch, his thumb against his lips, the defendant for the trial suddenly blurted out, "Yeah, that's right. I did it. I killed the guy." L was a little surprised. Very rarely had he seen any defendant out and admit to their crimes. Then again, the evidence against this defendant was overwhelming. Just a few minutes earlier, the prosecution had played a security video that showed the defendant shooting the victim in this case. It was in clear hi-definition with no mistake as to who the gunman was. Furthermore the murder weapon had turned out to be the defendant's own gun. 'Guess sometime criminals just know when they're caught,' L thought to himself. But what the defendant did next really surprised him.
"It was the Great Thief Yatagarasu that told me to do it!" "Yata... Garasu...?," L muttered to himself. He knew from his time in Japan that the Yatagarasu was a three-legged crow god said to represent guidance. But he had no idea that a thief was using such a myth as their symbol. 'Clearly I've been in hiding for too long. Blast you, Kira...' The whole courtroom seemed to be as confused as L, even the defendant's own defense attorney. "Just what exactly are you trying to say?," she asked. L pushed his thumb against his lips. 'I'd say it's likely that this man knows the identity of this so-called "great thief".' Sure enough, the defendant pointed straight at the prosecutor for the trial.
"The Yatagarasu is the man standing over there at the prosecutor's bench!" At the defendant's accusation, there was a slight murmuring among the viewers of the trial. The defendant had gone so far as to accuse the prosecutor of telling him to kill the victim after sneaking into the embassy. Hearing this, the judge considered for a moment. Finally, he said, "In accordance with the defendant's accusations a new prosecutor will be called in to replace Mr. Faraday. This court will be in recess until then." He struck his gavel to indict his decision was final. L got up from his chair and slipped into his shoes. 'Well now. I've seen quite a few trials, but this one sure has taken a turn for the bizarre. I know one thing... I'd like to meet the man they decide to have replace Mr. Faraday as prosecutor for the trial.'
September 10, 3:20 PM
District Court
3rd Floor Lobby
Miles Edgeworth stood in the middle of the lobby waiting for his mentor. It was strange for him that his prosecutorial debut was taking over for another prosecutor being accused of being a legendary thief, and by the defendant no less. Edgeworth was in his early twenties, and was dressed in a bright purple suit with a blue undercoat, adorned with a pure white cravat, as well as black dress shoes. His short hair was a distinctive grayish-black but had a regular hairstyle. To most people his suit would have looked more appropriate in Victorian-era London. As Edgeworth mulled over the case at hand, he heard a rather gruff voice call out his name.
Into the lobby entered Manfred von Karma, Edgeworth's mentor. Von Karma was dressed in a manner similar to Edgeworth, but with a blue suit and purple undercoat. His short, balding gray hair was looked rather wind-swept. He held a walking cane in one hand. "Have you read over all of the documents regarding the trial?," Von Karma asked his pupil. Edgeworth nodded. "Yes sir." von Karma gave a satisfactory smile. "Very good. The paperwork for the prosecutor substitution is just about complete. Incidentally, did you happen to notice a rather odd individual who was crouching in his seat rather than sitting normally?" Edgeworth thought for a second. "I don't believe so, sir. I was too focused on the trial at hand." von Karma nodded. "A good answer, though I should tell you that was not actually a test."
Edgeworth couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. 'Why would someone choose to crouch in their chair rather than sit normally? That does seem rather odd, probably why it stuck out in Von Karma's mind. Regardless, we aren't here to discuss how other people act.' Von Karma suddenly became very serious. "Edgeworth, as I have watched over your studies, I am giving you this very rare chance. You must prove yourself, and crush the defendant's pathetic lies into oblivion." Edgeworth stood straight as a military soldier. "Yes, sir!" Von Karma smiled proudly, then dropped it and closed his eyes. "To be honest, I'm a little disappointed in how things turned out. Today's trial should have ended in just one minute."
Edgeworth nodded. "Because the defendant was picked up by the security camera, correct? I remember it being played during the trial. I am grateful you have taught me so well, else the sound of the gunshot might have brought back old memories." "I understand," Von Karma said, "That is one of the reasons I pushed you so hard, to rise above the darkness of the past. In any event, I am disgusted that the defendant had to gall to say he only killed because he was told to. Whether this was truth or not is irrelevant. The point is he was the one to pull the trigger, Faraday proved that much before he was accused." "I still find it hard to swallow that Faraday could have been the one to give the defendant the order to kill," Edgeworth replied.
Von Karma scoffed. "Faraday is such a fool. He's been cornered by his very own prey." Edgeworth titled his head. "Sir... Are you acquainted with Mr. Faraday?" "In a professional manner," Von Karma replied, "I've always seen him as a weak man who speaks nothing but nonsense. He once tried to explain to me a way of punishing 'those who cannot be brought to court'. Of course, most people would assume that no one is above the law. However, there are always a few exceptions. But for a prosecutor, there is no reason to even deal with such individuals. After all, a prosecutor is a guardian of the court. As such, we have no obligation to outside matters."
"I understand, sir," Edgeworth said, "And have no fear. I do not intend to disgrace myself as Faraday has. In his place, I shall prove the defendant's guilt!" Von Karma gave an approving smile. "Very good. I've secured an hour-long recess for you to prepare." He gave a quick snap of his fingers. "Show them all... The power of Von Karma!" Edgeworth bowed. "I shall endeavor to do no less. Now then, if I recall the case file correctly, we are dealing with a murder case that occurred on September 8 in front of the Cohdopian Embassy. The victim was Mr. Deid Mann, a staff member at the embassy. The defendant is Mr. Mack Rell, who was held for questioning due to being deemed suspicious. Since he was found with the murder weapon, his own gun, he was placed under arrest."
"Correct so far," Von Karma said, "But do you remember the other major event that occurred that night?" "Of course," Edgeworth replied, "That same night the embassy had been successfully infiltrated by the Great Thief Yatagarasu. In fact, at first Rell claimed that he was the Yatagarasu, but that he did not kill Deid Mann. I still wonder what he hoped to gain from this lie." Von Karma scoffed. "Perhaps he intended to go down with the ship if he was found guilty. Or, more likely, he hoped that by claiming to be the Yatagarasu they would assume he couldn't be the murderer, since everyone knows the Yatagarasu never kills. Anyway, continue." "Yes, sir," Edgeworth said, "During the course of the trial, the prosecution presented the security footage that captured the murder, which clearly showed Mr. Rell as being the murderer."
He smiled. "Rather impossible to lie one's way through that. Indeed, upon seeing the video, the defendant retracted his statement and admitted to the murder, but then claimed he had been told to commit the killing by the real Yatagarasu, whom he claimed was Byrne Faraday." "Very good," Von Karma said with an approving nod, "Though you did leave out one detail." He chuckled at Edgeworth's expression. "Fear not, this is something that wouldn't have been in the case record. As it happens, people have been calling this case the second KG-8 Incident." Edgeworth frowned. "I'm sorry, sir. It appears I haven't studied as hard as I thought." Von Karma shook his head. "There's no need to feel ashamed. Even among the police, that's information only a select few are privy too."
Now curious, Edgeworth asked, "Would you care to enlighten me about this, sir?" Von Karma nodded. "The only remaining record of the incident can be found at the archives of the III headquarters, though I was able to procure a copy. I thought it might be necessary to bring you up to speed." He handed Edgeworth a folder containing a three-year-old newspaper. "I believe you are familiar with the Amano Group scandal, correct?," Von Karma asked. Edgeworth nodded. "Of course. I remember the case being overseen by Naoto Tatsumi of the III. From what I understand, she still thinks there are unanswered questions. The scandal involved the secretary of Ernest Amano, the Group's director, being arrested on suspicion of smuggling."
"Correct," Von Karma said, "Cece Yew was an employee of Mr. Amano's and the sole witness to the smuggling operation. She had contacted one of the key members of III for assistance, but the police have never released which one due to the on-going Kira investigation. Anyway, before Ms. Yew could testify, she was silenced forever." Edgeworth nodded. "As I recall, a Cohdopian Embassy staff member was arrested for the murder." "That's right," Von Karma said, "His name was Manny Coachen, a Cohdopian native. However, due to lack of evidence, the case went unresolved. I can see why Mrs. Tatsumi still wants the case investigated." He scoffed. "I only wish I had been in charge of the case. I would have done everything in my power to see Coachen's guilt!" Edgeworth recalled all the rumors about Von Karma and his perfect record. But to him, it was just a sign of Von Karma's dedication.
"Faraday was the prosecutor on the case then as well," Von Karma continued, "And he was as pathetic as ever." Suddenly everything became clear to Edgeworth. "I see now. Why you said this case is being called the second KG-8 Incident. Events are unfolding in a manner similar to that case. I recall from the case file that Deid Mann was to testify in a smuggling operation centered around the embassy, but was killed before his day in court." Von Karma nodded. "You're catching on. There is only one difference between that day and this." "The appearance of the Yatagarasu," Edgeworth said, "He only started appeared after the KG-8 Incident." "Indeed," Von Karma replied, "The so-called noble thief. No doubt he was there that night to steal any dark secrets from the embassy and have them publicly released."
He crossed his arms. "And this time, it appears the Yatagarasu sent the item he stole straight to the police." Edgeworth put a hand to his chin. "What was it the Yatagarasu sent?" Von Karma just shrugged. "I don't know the full details. Anything related to the Yatagarasu is getting the top-secret treatment, and more often than not sent straight to III for inspection. I wish it wasn't. As large as that organization is, they have their hands full enough with this Kira nonsense." "That reminds me," Edgeworth said, "I remember seeing Coachen in the viewing gallery. Why has Kira not targeted him?" "I don't know," Von Karma said, "But as of late Kira's killings have been more limited, largely due to media restrictions. Perhaps he has simply not learned of Coachen yet."
Edgeworth nodded. "Anyway, getting back on topic, I believe this may be the first time the Yatagarasu has left evidence behind, correct?" "Yes, indeed," Von Karma replied, "If you wish to know more about this elusive thief, you can ask Mr. Faraday about it. He happens to be in charge of the Yatagarasu case." 'Most interesting,' Edgeworth thought, 'It would seem Faraday has a lot on his plate.' As he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt someone tug on the back of his jacket. He looked behind him to see a little girl no older than eight. She was dressed in a pink sailor shirt with jean shorts and high tops. In her hand was a pink balloon, and she had black hair done up in a spiky topknot. "Excuse me mister," she said to Edgeworth, "Can you trade these coins with me?"
Edgeworth looked at the assortment of coins in the girl's hand. "It seems you have a whole dollar here." He got his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a dollar bill. "Is this what you want?" The girl smiled and nodded as she took the bill from Edgeworth's hand. "Thanks! That's just what I needed." As the girl ran off, Edgeworth wondered aloud, "I wonder if she's here to watch the trial." Just then, a bailiff entered the lobby. "Sorry for being so late, sirs, but I've completed the substitution forms." Von Karma growled, but Edgeworth simply said, "No need to get angry, sir. Not being completely prepared could be the perfect handicap for me." Von Karma looked to his pupil and smirked. "Rather confident, eh? Very well then, let's return to the courtroom. And be sure to retrieve the evidence from Faraday."
September 10, 4:00 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3
Inside the courtroom, only Edgeworth, Von Karma, and a bailiff were waiting inside. The look of impatience was clear on everyone's face. "Just what is going on!?," Von Karma demanded, "Why isn't Faraday here yet!? And the defense is not prepared either!" Just then, the judge for the trial entered the courtroom and took his chair. He was a rather corpulent individual in his fifties. He was either bald or all his hair had migrated to his impressively large white beard. He was dressed in the traditional black garb of a judge. He looked over to the Prosecutor's Bench and saw Edgeworth standing there. "Ah, you must be the one Mr. Von Karma recommended. So this is your first trial then? I look forward to your performance. By the way, was there someone celebrating a birthday during the recess? I thought I heard a popper going off..."
Edgeworth cleared his throat. "Your Honor, the trial is about to restart, however we do not yet have the evidence from Faraday, and the defense has yet to arrive as well." Just then, someone screamed out, "We have a emergency!" Into the courtroom burst a burly looking man dressed in what looked like a standard issue detective's outfit, with the white shirt and brown tie, dark green overall's, black dress shoes, and light brown jacket. The man had slightly spiked black hair, and a small bandage on one cheek. Von Karma rapped his cane on the floor. "There shall be no yelling in this sacred hall of law!" The detective slumped. "Sorry sir, but we've got a serious problem in Defendant Lobby No. 2! Both Mr. Faraday and the defendant have been found dead!"
September 10
District Court
Hallway
L was crouching in front of a bench just outside the scene of an unexpected murder. 'To think both Byrne Faraday and the defendant, Mack Rell, would wind up dead during recess. Someone should do something about security in this building.' He turned his head to look at the gruff detective standing guard outside the Defendant Lobby. His detective's outfit was slightly different, indicating a higher rank. The shirt was black with a white tie, and the jacket was gray. It was also riddled with bullet holes. His short hair was grayed, and he had a trim mustache and goatee. There was what appeared to be a white stick in his mouth. Also in the hallway was the defense attorney for the trial. She a young and rather attractive woman in a blue suit. She had waist length hair that was surprisingly gray for someone her age. "Excuse me," came a voice from behind L.
He turned to see someone who looked like they had stepped out of Victorian London. "That's an interesting costume," L said, "But Halloween is yet to arrive." "I beg your pardon!?," Edgeworth said, "This is the garb of one who gallantly prosecutes the guilty." L smirked. "Seems someone needs to get with modern times. So anyway, what's your name?" The young man stood straight and bowed. "I am Miles Edgeworth, pupil to the great Manfred von Karma. And what, pray tell, is your name?" L stood up. "My name is... Rue Ryuzaki." He didn't say his real name in case word got out that he was supposed to be dead. Edgeworth rubbed his chin. "I think I've heard that name somewhere, but I can't seem to recall. Anyway, just what do you mean by crouching like that?"
"I thought I smelled something sweet," L said, "But it seems the ants got to it first. Oh yeah, I also heard there was a murder here and hoped to help investigate. I happen to be a detective of sorts, you see. However, the more professional detective over there is keeping out everyone who tries to get in, and I'd rather not pick a fight in the middle of a courthouse." Edgeworth nodded. "I too had hoped to find out what is going on, but I can't make any headway without speaking directly to a few people." L noted another detective had shown up, clearly out of breath. "You might want to start with him." Edgeworth nodded and walked over to the detective with L following.
"So then," Edgeworth said to the detective, "Just who exactly are you?" The detective suddenly scowled. "Hey pal, it's common courtesy to introduce yourself before asking other people their name." L looked over to Edgeworth. "He does have a point." Edgeworth cleared his throat. "Very well. My name is Miles Edgeworth, district prosecutor. And this is Rue Ryuzaki, a detective." The detective looked a little confused. "I've never seen a prosecutor as young as you pal. And what kind of detective doesn't wear their regulation outfit." "I'm more of a private detective," L said, "Now then, what about your name?" The detective stood straight and gave a salute. "Detective Dick Gumshoe! I recently became a detective, too. It's been my biggest dream!"
Edgeworth couldn't help but grumble. 'This detective is too excited to be at a murder scene.' He looked at Gumshoe. "So Detective Gumshoe, what exactly do you know about the incident?" "You know I don't have to tell you anything, right?," Gumshoe asked. "I'd tell him anyway," L said, "Prosecutor's control the payments of you professional detectives." Gumshoe gulped. "I get it. Well, I don't really know much anyway. You'll have to get all the details from Detective Badd. As for me, I was standing guard in the hallway outside Defendant Lobby No. 2." "I see," Edgeworth said, "You were the guard detail. And did you notice anything strange while on duty?" Gumshoe nodded. "I kinda freaked out when I heard a gunshot and froze."
Edgeworth looked sympathetic. "I can hardly blame you, detective though you may be. I've also had the misfortune to know what it's like to hear a gunshot at close range." "What happened after the gunshot?," L asked. "Well, I guess Detective Badd must have heard the gunshot too," Gumshoe said, "Cause he came running to the scene. Then we went into Lobby No. 2 to check on Mr. Faraday and the defendant. Only we found them both lying there, dead." "I see," Edgeworth said, "And is that everything?" Gumshoe looked like he was thinking for a second, then said, "Yeah, that's it. I was in the hallway the whole time, and I didn't hear any signs of a struggle."
After finishing with Gumshoe, Edgeworth and L went to speak to the defense attorney. "Greetings," Edgeworth said to her, "My name is Miles Edgeworth, Mr. Faraday's replacement. And this is Rue Ryuzaki, a private detective." The attorney smirked. "Wow, I didn't know that Faraday's replacement was a newbie." Edgeworth scoffed. "I'll have you know that I studied under Manfred von Karma himself." "You know Edgeworth," L said, "Given Von Karma's reputation, that may not mean much to some people." All of a sudden, the attorney burst out in uncontrollable laughter. 'Wow,' L thought, 'She reminds me of Yukiko.' "Oh man," the attorney said through her laughter, "So you're a student of Von Karma? I should have known, those clothes of yours are a dead giveaway!"
Edgeworth growled. "Is everyone going to make fun of my clothes today?" "No," L said, "Most people have more courtesy than that." That just made the attorney laugh even harder. "Oh man, you too would make a great comedy duo. But next time try not to make me laugh so much, alright? Anyway, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Calisto Yew." L raised an eyebrow. 'Yew? Where have I heard that name before?' "Ah, but of course!," Edgeworth said, "I have heard much about you." Calisto began laughing again. 'I take it back,' L thought, 'Yukiko was never this bad.' "Man," Calisto said, "Get a load of Shakespeare over here!" Edgeworth flinched, then recovered and cleared his throat. "Anyway Ms. Yew, could you give us an update on the situation?"
Calisto just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really know much. You should try talking to the detectives." "If that's the case," Edgeworth said, "Then why are you here?" Calisto burst out laughing again. "What did I say now?," Edgeworth said, slightly perturbed. L looked at him. "I guess Von Karma never taught you about tact when speaking." Calisto calmed down. "Sorry about that. Anyway, the person I was up against in court just got murdered, as well as my client. Really, were you expecting me to go back into the courtroom pretending as though nothing happened?" "Ah," Edgeworth said, "A good point. I apologize for my insensitive question." Calisto shrugged. "It's fine."
"Charming girl," L said as he scratched his temple, "Now let's talk with the other detective." He and Edgeworth walked over to the gruff-looking detective. "If you'll excuse me," Edgeworth said, "I am Miles Edgeworth, district prosecutor, and this is..." "Rue Ryuzaki," the detective said, "He introduced himself to me earlier. My name's Tyrell Badd, homicide division." Edgeworth crossed his arms. "I was informed of the situation here and came as quickly as possible. How did you arrive here first?" "Faraday requested me to testify in today's trial," Badd said, "Plain and simple. Anyway, I've already contacted HQ about the incident. I have nothing more to say to you, kid." Edgeworth's eyebrow twitched. "I am Mr. Faraday's replacement in this trial. I insist you update me on the situation!"
Badd didn't bat an eye. "I gotta teach you how to speak to adults, kid?" He reached into his jacket. Edgeworth flinched, afraid Badd was going for his gun. But all he pulled out was a small hand mirror. L snickered. "You'll have to excuse him, Badd. It's his first time as a prosecutor. I'd imagine he's expecting all detective to answer when he gives a question." Badd scoffed as he looked at the mirror. "Fine then. Faraday was stabbed to death with some kind of blade. And he had a gun in his hand. The other man, Mack Rell, was shot and killed. He had a bloody knife in his hand." L nodded. "In other words, the initial theory is that they killed each other." "You got it," Badd said, "But it doesn't take a Sherlock Holmes to come to that conclusion."
"Was there anyone else who went into Defendant Lobby No. 2?," Edgeworth asked. Badd put his mirror away. "Yeah, the big lug Gumshoe over there. He was in charge of guarding the lobby. He claims that no one else entered the room." "So perhaps they did kill each other," Edgeworth said, "By the way, why was I not informed that you would be testifying in court today?" "Don't you know?," L said, "Detective Badd is also in charge of the Yatagarasu case. Special assignment from III so the main force could continue work on the Kira case." Edgeworth nodded. "I get it, you were called upon to comment on the Yatagarasu's characteristics in order to determine whether or not Faraday could really be the Yatagarasu." Badd smiled. "Looks like you have a brain after all, son." L snickered. "Congratulations, you've been promoted in his mind."
As they were talking, a bailiff came by and walked over to Calisto. "Ms. Yew, there's someone here to see you. A Cohdopian Embassy staff member by the name of... Manny Coachen." Edgeworth's eyebrow raised. 'I remember that name. Coachen was the prime suspect of the KG-8 Incident.' He noticed L had his thumb to his lips. "Coachen...," L muttered, "So he is here then. I thought I recognized him. I never figured Naoto of all people might screw up." Calisto seemed a little tense. "I'll be right there." Calisto walked over to Coachen. After they talked for a bit, they headed out of the hallway. As they walked out the door, Von Karma passed right by them. "Ah," he said when he saw Badd, "I should have known you'd be here Detective Badd. You usually show up when the Yatagarasu is involved."
"Well, well," L said, "The infamous Manfred von Karma in the flesh. If you would only focus less on a perfect win record and more on actual justice, a prosecutor of your caliber would a perfect addition for III." Von Karma smiled. "I am honored to even be considered. I take it then that you are a member yourself, Mr...?" "Rue Ryuzaki," L said, "And yes. So I take it you know Detective Badd then?" "Indeed," Von Karma replied, "A most excellent detective. He's like an old bloodhound, never leaving the scent of a crime. If he really wanted, he could get promoted easily." Badd smiled. "It's the crime scene where a detective is most useful Von Karma." Von Karma smiled for a second, then became rather serious.
"That man who just passed by, was he not the suspect from the KG-8 Incident!? Faraday must truly be an imbecile to let such easy prey slip from his grasp!" L wagged his finger in front of Von Karma. "Now, now Von Karma, let's not speak ill of the dead. It's tactless. Besides, there's no probable cause to arrest Mr. Coachen. Unfortunately, he's currently protected by double-jeopardy law since he was found not guilty at the end of the KG-8 trial." Von Karma's eyebrow twitched. "I can tell you're as upset by that as I am Mr. Ryuzaki. Anyway, to get back on topic... Detective Badd, I am hereby placing my pupil Edgeworth in charge of the investigation..." "OBJETION!," came a young girl's voice from across the hall. L looked behind Von Karma to see a young girl about thirteen years old racing into the hallway.
She was dressed in a black riding jacket and white riding pants, and had a riding crop in her gloved hands. Her silvery hair came down to her shoulders. "Papa!," she said to Von Karma, "How can you place him in charge!?" L turned to Edgeworth. "Someone you know?" "Franziska von Karma," Edgeworth explained, "Manfred von Karma's oldest daughter, and my junior." He turned to Franziska. "Just what are you doing here?" Franziska smiled. "Summer vacation of course, what else? And what do you mean 'your junior'!? You're the one that's junior to me!" L chuckled. "Inferiority complex, Ms. Von Karma? How quaint." Edgeworth smiled as he touched his forehead. "You wouldn't happen to be avoiding the Bar Examination, would you?"
"Hah," Franziska scoffed, "If you were able to pass, I'll have no trouble at all." L looked over to Badd. "These prosecutors are getting younger every year, aren't they?" Badd nodded, but said nothing. "Anyway Papa," Franziska said, "Are you really assigning Miles Edgeworth to this case? I'm close to becoming a prosecutor myself, and I'm 100% confident that I can do a better job than him!" "Actually," L said, "With that attitude, you only have 30% chance of being better." Von Karma chuckled. "I see. Very well then. Detective Badd, the two will be conducting the investigation." Badd was flabbergasted. "You want me to let these kids walk all over the crime scene?" Von Karma waved his finger. "This will be the perfect opportunity for them to work on their skills."
"How interesting," L said, "Mr. Von Karma, with your permission, I'd like to assist them and evaluate their potential." Von Karma nodded. "Very well then. Edgeworth! Franziska! I leave this case to the two of you. I'll accept nothing but a perfect report from both of you." "Yes sir," Edgeworth said with a bow. "Of course Papa," Franziska said with a curtsey. Von Karma nodded, then walked off. Badd grumbled. "I can't believe I'm stuck playing babysitter." Franziska looked over to L. "I almost forgot to ask your name." L nodded. "Rue Ryuzaki. I'm a private detective." Satisfied, Franziska turned to Edgeworth. "Well now, Miles Edgeworth. This case will prove the perfect chance for us to see who is worthy of the Von Karma name."
Edgeworth sighed. "Would it kill you to say hello every once in a while?" Franziska blinked, then cleared her throat. "Long time no see. Don't go acting all proud just because you became prosecutor first!" She lashed her riding crop, whipping Edgeworth rather soundly. "Ouch," L said, "That hurt me just watching. Was she always whip-happy?" Edgeworth sighed. "You have no idea..." "As I was saying," Franziska said, "We shall see which of us is worthy of the Von Karma name." Edgeworth smirked. "Anyway, getting back to the case at hand. Detective Badd, if you could quickly run us through the facts?" Badd scoffed. "You're better off checking out the scene for yourself." Edgeworth nodded. "Very well then."
September 10, 4:15 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Inside the lobby lay the grizzly sight. Mack Rell was laying dead on the floor, a bloody knife in his right hand. Byrne Faraday was laying on top of him, also dead, with a gun in his right hand. Scattered near them were several plastic bags, one of which had blood on it. Already a chalk outline had been drawn around the bodies for later reference. "Could they really have killed each other simultaneously...?," Edgeworth muttered to himself. L overheard him. "We won't know that unless we get a good look at the scene as a whole. Make sure to keep any important details in the back of your mind for later. A good investigator, be they detective or prosecutor, never let's even the tiniest details slip by them." Edgeworth nodded. "Good advice."
"Miles Edgeworth!," Franziska said, "You should listen to someone until they finish talking!" "Um," L said, "I was finished." Franziska growled. "I meant myself. As I said before, this is a competition to see who is truly worthy of the Von Karma name! The rules are simple, the one who figures out the truth first wins." L tilted his head. "I still don't get it. If you're the only one here whose last name is Von Karma, doesn't the honor of inheriting the name default to you?" Edgeworth chuckled. "She seems to think I am something a of a son to Von Karma, since he trained me in the same manner as her. It's actually rather cute." Franziska blushed. "Don't... Don't change the subject! You may have become a prosecutor first Miles Edgeworth, but I refuse to hear any more foolish things come from your foolishly, foolish mouth. Or you Rue Ryuzaki."
L rolled his eyes. "Can we just get on with the investigation? The truth isn't going to find itself you know. Evidence may speak volumes, but you can't hear it unless you collect it." "Very well then," Franziska said, "I shall find the perfect evidence and prettily present it like the professional I am." At that moment, Badd entered the room. "Hey you kids..." "Hah," Franziska laughed, "He just called you a kid Miles Edgeworth." L smirked. "If you were listening, he said kids. I believe he was speaking to you as well, Franziska." Franziska became flustered. Badd just went for his mirror. "I'm not going to allow you two to cause a ruckus on my crime scene." He turned to Gumshoe, who was standing nearby. "You're in charge of these two for the time being big guy."
Gumshoe saluted. "Yes sir Detective Badd! Alright, kids. You gotta do what I say from now on, okay?" Franziska simply brandished her crop. "You'd better not get in our way, Scruffy, or you'll feel the bite of my whip!" "Eek!," Gumshoe flinched, "Th-Then you, prosecutor boy! Let's get your investigation started!" Edgeworth crossed his arms as his eyebrow twitched. "The name is Miles Edgeworth. Call me 'prosecutor boy' again, and it will be my duty to 'look into' your monthly salary." L smirked. "Didn't I warn about this earlier, Gumshoe?" "Oh yeah," Gumshoe said, looking a little dejected, "Sorry about that, Mr. Edgeworth, sir." Edgeworth nodding, satisfied. "That's better. Now then, on to the investigation. Ryuzaki, I trust you will be assisting us?" L nodded. "If it will make finding the truth here easier."
Edgeworth looked over to Detective Badd. "I suppose the first question I should ask you is the obvious one. Where did the victims get these weapons, the gun and the knife?" Badd took out his mirror again. "The gun was inside Faraday's bag." L got it. "Then it's the same gun that was used to kill the embassy staff member, correct?" "You got it," Badd said, "The knife on the other hand... This is the first I've heard of it. Mr. Rell was being detained by police, so there's no way could have brought it in. I'm assuming Faraday had the knife on him from the start as well." Edgeworth thought to himself, 'Could this have been a piece of evidence yet to be presented? But then, why wouldn't Detective Badd know about it? Unless...' He looked at Badd. "I think it may be possible that Mr. Faraday brought the knife in under the guise of prosecutorial evidence. He then brought it out and attacked Mr. Rell with it." "There a 27% chance you're right," L said, "But I'm in the habit of investigating the smaller possibilities first."
Badd nodded. "It looks like Faraday attacked Rell first, who then counter-attacked. That's the logical conclusion one could draw from this." "Perhaps not," Edgeworth said, "It's still far too early to be drawing conclusions. Let's have a closer look at the scene first." He first walked over to the open window. The black curtains had been drawn back, revealing the bars on the window. "Hm," Edgeworth said, "There's a scent of fresh flowers coming from outside." Gumshoe wrinkled his nose. "Those flowers in the garden are so ghastly. But that aside, there's no way anyone could have gotten through this window, pal!" L nodded. "Not with those bars in place, at least." Edgeworth tapped his forehead. 'That's something to keep in mind for later.'
Moving next to the folding table in the room, Edgeworth made a quick note of it. "Several plastic bags stacked up, as well as a tea set. Strange... There's no sign of any disturbance. It's all tidy." 'A little too tidy,' he thought, 'I'd better make a mental note of this.' "Oh, I know," Gumshoe said, "Maybe they were super quiet in their scuffle?" L and Edgeworth glared at him. "I hardly think that's the case Gumshoe," L said, "I hope you saved the receipt for that theory." Gumshoe shrugged. "Well, when you consider I couldn't hear anything from the outside..." Edgeworth shook his head. "No, I think those plastic bags scattered on the floor are throwing us off." Gumshoe then noticed the TV in the corner of the room. "Hey, check it out. My TV back home is so tiny compared this one, pal!"
L raised an eyebrow. "Actually, by today's standards, this is a pretty normal-sized TV." Gumshoe pressed the button to turn the TV on. The static that came on was so loud everyone in the room had to cover there ears. Gumshoe quickly turned the TV off. "This TV is way too noisy." "Gumshoe!," Badd yelled, "Are you trying to compromise the scene!? Above all else, a good detective must always maintain preservation of a crime scene!" Gumshoe slumped. "Sorry, sir." Edgeworth sighed as he shook his head, then went over to inspect the bodies. "It looks like Mr. Faraday fell on top of Mr. Rell." "I got it," Gumshoe said, "My detective's instincts tell me... That Mr. Rell had to have fallen first!" L groaned. "There's a little something called common sense. Give me a second and I can give you the phone number for it."
Edgeworth knelt down beside the bodies. "We can clearly see the gun in Mr. Faraday's right hand. But, from looking at the scene as is, all we figure is that he shot Mr. Rell and then somehow simply fell on top of him while gripping the gun." "That does seem strange," Gumshoe said, "How would Faraday even know how to fire a gun?" L just facepalmed. "It's not rocket science. Any idiot can fire a gun." Gumshoe sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Anyway, it looks like Mr. Rell died with the knife in his hand." Edgeworth noted the knife. "It looks like there's a bit of blood on it, meaning that Mr. Rell may have used this as a weapon." L put his thumb to his lips. "But, why would Faraday have brought this knife in the first place?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," Edgeworth said. He then took a look at the plastic bags near the bodies. "What are these bags doing here?" "Those are for keeping evidence safe, pal," Gumshoe said. Edgeworth glared at him. "I know what they're for, I asked what they're doing here. As in, why are they scattered on the floor like this." Edgeworth rubbed his chin. "There's something off about this." Gumshoe then noticed something on Faraday's other hand. "Hey take a look. Faraday's left hand is all black down the side. What is that stuff?" "That's actually a good observation," L said with surprise, "Upon closer examination, it appears to be ink." 'Ink, huh?,' Edgeworth thought, 'That's worth noting.'
"An ink stain?," Gumshoe asked. L nodded. "Have you ever written with a pen or pencil and later found some kind of gunk on your hands? It's because the oil on your skin picks up the ink or graphite that you're writing with. Some people forget to wipe it off." "I get it, pal," Gumshoe said, "So I guess that means Faraday may have been using a pen recently!" Edgeworth got up. "Detective Badd, something has just occurred to me. The only reason we think the cause of death for each victim was shooting and stabbing is because of the weapons present. But with the bodies as they are, it's difficult to tell for sure. If you could have one of your men move the bodies in a such a way that we could get a better look?"
Franziska pointed her crop at Edgeworth. "What's this, you can't form a theory with the bodies as they are?" Edgeworth crossed his arms. "I believe a more detailed examination of the bodies is vital to finding perfect evidence. So, Detective Badd, if you would be so kind?" Badd nodded. "Okay, big guy. You heard him." Gumshoe gulped. "Yes... Yes, sir!" L noted that Gumshoe was deliberately trying to avoid touching anything that might have blood on it. "Gumshoe, are you a hemophobe?" Gumshoe, having finished moving the bodies so their fronts could be clearly seen, rubbed the back of his head. "Not sure. What does that mean?" "I mean," L said, "Are you afraid of the sight of blood?" "Oh," Gumshoe said, "Then... Yeah, I am..." Edgeworth looked at Gumshoe with sympathy, then observed the bodies.
He could now see the fatal wounds on both victims. He also noticed something in Faraday's pocket. "Is that... A fountain pen?" "Looks like it," L said, "It's probably his own. And as we can see..." He looked over the bodies. "Faraday has a knife wound, and Rell has a gunshot wound. We can have the lab tech confirm it, but I think there's an 84% chance that the weapons each victim is holding are the murder weapons." Edgeworth then noticed something. "Mr. Rell's clothes... There are no burn marks on them." Gumshoe scratched his head. "Burn marks?" "When a gun is fired," L explained, "The powder in the shell casing is ignited, causing the bullet to be propelled through the air. If a shot is fired at point-blank range, there are usually burn marks left at the bullet's point of impact."
Edgeworth nodded. "Which means that Mr. Rell was shot from at least a yard away." "Boy," Gumshoe said, "You two sure know a lot of neat stuff." "The stone age called," L said, "They want their ignorance back." Edgeworth chuckled as he shook his head. "Anyway, let us now try to understand how each man died. From what we have seen so far, we can assume that Mr. Faraday first took the gun and knife out from today's trial evidence. He then aimed the gun at Mr. Rell and fired. However, Mr. Rell was able to grab the knife and counter-attack while being shot. And then the two men fell together where they stood. That's my initial theory, but having presented it, I do find something off about it. Regardless, now that I have firmer grasp of the case, I had better start connecting my thoughts."
Edgeworth tapped his temple in thought for a second, then came up with something. "That ink splotch on Mr. Faraday's hand... Perhaps it came from his fountain pen?" "Ooh," Gumshoe said, "Let's ask the lab guy." Sure enough, the lab tech was able to confirm that ink on Faraday's hand and the ink from his pen were identical. "From this information," L said, "I think it can be safe to assume that Mr. Faraday was left-handed." Edgeworth nodded. "And that makes his fountain pen very important to our case." He went back to thinking, then came up with something else. "There's a very neat pile of plastic bags on the table, yet a portion of them wound up scattered on the floor. Since they couldn't have been knocked off without the whole pile being disturbed, I think there may be another explanation for them being there."
L pressed his thumb against his lips. "Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that one of the plastic bags has blood on it." Edgeworth nodded. "I did notice that. Rather hard to miss, actually. Detective Gumshoe, could you have the lab tech analyze this blood." "Sure," Gumshoe said in a queasy voice, "Just don't wave it in front of me like that, pal." After a few minutes of talking with the lab tech, Gumshoe came back. "Turns out the blood is Mr. Faraday's. And according to the lab guy, there was nothing else on or in the bag." "I'd say this plastic evidence bag," L said, "Has just become evidence itself." Edgeworth nodded. He placed the bag in his organizer, which he had been writing in since before the case even began.
"Guess there's not much left to investigate," Gumshoe said, "They really did kill each other..." "I don't think so Gumshoe," Edgeworth said, "There's something that's been gnawing at me since I first put forth that theory. It's too simplistic. In fact, there's a glaring contradiction that shows another possibility." He looked through his notes, then pointed to the gun in Faraday's hand and shouted, "EUREKA! Here it is! We know that Mr. Faraday used his left hand to write with his fountain pen, ergo he is left-handed. And yet, the handgun used to kill Mr. Rell is in Faraday's right hand." L nodded. "I think it rather strange that a left-handed person would hold a gun in his right hand." "I think you guys are onto something here," Gumshoe said, "But how could that have happened?" "There is only reason," Edgeworth said, his arms crossed, "A third party put the gun in Mr. Faraday's hand after he died." L put his thumb to his lips. "Plastic bags scattered on the floor, a gun placed in the wrong hand... Someone else is behind all this, and they're trying to make it look like the victims killed each other."
September 10
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Detective Badd walked over to Edgeworth and Franziska and handed each of them a copy of the autopsy report. Franziska read from it. "'It is probable that Mr. Rell survived for a short time after he was shot. However, Mr. Faraday died instantaneously from his stabbing.'" She closed her eyes and smiled. "How interesting. It looks we know everything we need now." "Are you sure about that?," Edgeworth said. Franziska waved her finger. "Of course. It's all clear now. Mr. Faraday attacked Mr. Rell for revenge. He went into a rage at being accused and attacked the defendant, but he fought back and they killed each other." L facepalmed. "Were you even trying to eavesdrop on what we were saying, or did you just tune it out thinking it was wrong by default?"
Franziska smiled. "I assume you agree with him, Miles Edgeworth?" "Considering our investigation so far," Edgeworth said, "I do." "Very well then," Franziska said, "Then let's put our information to the test." The two of them stood across from each other. Franziska cleared her throat. "I'll begin my theory. If you can find any contradictions, and I doubt you will, feel free to say so." She began her testimony. "Mr. Faraday's death was instantaneous, while Mr. Rell survived for a short time. From this, it is obvious that Mr. Faraday died after he shot Mr. Rell. And Mr. Rell, while on the brink of death, stole Mr. Faraday's knife and stabbed him." "HOLD IT!," Edgeworth called out, "Do you really believe the dying Mr. Rell could have stolen the knife from Mr. Faraday?"
"Well," Franziska said, "Human beings can do some pretty impressive things when put to the test." "I can attest to that," L said. Franziska nodded. "Obviously Mr. Rell did not want to die, so he struggled with Faraday, and was able to grab the knife and stab his attacker. The messy condition of this room is a testament to this. Perfect logic, wouldn't you say? They struggled, and Mr. Rell used the last of his strength to counterattack Mr. Faraday." "OBJECTION!," Edgeworth said, wagging his finger, "If the two men really were fighting, there would have been quite a bit of noise, and Detective Gumshoe testified that he heard absolutely nothing!" Franziska scoffed. "You really think that scruffy detective's testimony can be trusted? Even it is true, then how did Mr. Rell get his hands on the knife?" "Quite simple," Edgeworth said, "Mr. Faraday's bag was sitting right here in the lobby. It's not hard to see Mr. Rell seeing a chance to grab it when Faraday wasn't looking."
Franziska considered it. "I see, you're saying that Mr. Rell took the first chance he had and grabbed the knife. Then after that, Mr. Faraday shot Mr. Rell after being stabbed." "Not quite," Edgeworth said, "Something doesn't add up with that. It would have been impossible for Faraday to have shot Rell after being stabbed." He held the autopsy report. "TAKE THAT! According to the coroner's report, Mr. Faraday died instantaneously, meaning he died immediately upon being stabbed." "Well then," Franziska said, "There's only one logical conclusion. If Mr. Rell attacked first, then Mr. Faraday would have been unable to kill Rell since he died instantaneously. Therefore, Mr. Rell must have stabbed Faraday after being shot." Edgeworth smiled and shook his head. "For all the times you call others foolish, you often wind up looking foolish yourself when you fail to see the truth that is right in front of you."
Franziska angrily lashed her crop. "Are you saying there is a flaw in my logic!?" Edgeworth nodded. "You are proposing the Mr. Faraday took the gun from his evidence bag and shot Mr. Rell, after which the wounded Mr. Rell found an opportunity to take the knife strike back. After Mr. Faraday was stabbed, Mr. Rell died thereafter. However, I would like you to note the order in which the bodies are piled, in accordance with the crime scene notes." Franziska took a look at the notes, and realized what Edgeworth was getting at. "But, that can't be..." "It can," Edgeworth said, "Mr. Faraday's body is lying on top of Mr. Rell's. Thus, Mr. Rell had to have died first!" "OBJECTION!," Franziska yelled, "I think you need to think a little more outside the box on this. It's even clearer to me now that this all started with Faraday's murderous intent!"
"You've got to be kidding me," L said, "At this point I think she's arguing with Edgeworth for the sake of arguing." Franziska began her testimony again. "It was just chance that Mr. Faraday's body fell on top of Mr. Rell's. The two bodies fell into a pile, which indicates that they attacked at the same time." "HOLD IT!," Edgeworth called out, "What exactly do you mean?" "I assume Mr. Faraday had the two different weapons in his hands," Franziska explained, "So he made to attack Mr. Rell while holding both the knife and the gun. Then after Mr. Faraday fired, Mr. Rell grabbed the knife as he was falling and stabbed Faraday, which is how Mr. Rell wound up beneath Mr. Faraday. At close range, it is possible. That fact indicates that they attacked each other at the same time from close range."
"OBJECTION!," Edgeworth called out, "Sorry Franziska, but I must inform you that your theory is impossible. According to the crime scene notes, the firing of the handgun did not leave a gunpowder burn on Mr. Rell's clothing, indicating that gun was fired from at least two or three yards from Mr. Rell!" Franziska flinched, then scowled. "What a completely foolish line of foolish thought from a thoroughly foolish fool! If I'm not not right, who made the move with intent to kill!?" "Neither of them," Edgeworth said, "You see, here in this room, contradictions arise no matter who we say was the first to attack. Therefore the only logical conclusion, is that there was a third party!"
Franziska was taken aback by Edgeworth's theory, but he didn't back down. "It was this third person who killed both of our victims, then arranged the room to make it look like they had killed each other. That person is our real culprit!" "A fine theory," Franziska said, clearly shaken, "But where's the evidence to support this?" "Right in front of us," Edgeworth replied, "There's the gun in Mr. Faraday's hand, and the plastic bag with his blood on it. These two items point to the presence of a third person." Franziska tilted her head. "How so?" "According to Detective Gumshoe's testimony," Edgeworth explained, "He was in the hallway the whole time and heard nothing except the gunshot. If there was no struggle, there shouldn't be any plastic bags on the floor. That means that someone had to have scattered them deliberately!"
"It really makes sense when you think about it," L said, "If we disregard the gun for a moment, when a knife is used on someone there's a high probability of blood splatter. Given how clean the room is, and the lack of any sign of a clean-up, I'd say there's a 98% chance that someone used the plastic bag to catch the blood splatter after they withdrew the knife. After that they spread a few more plastic bags around and mixed the bloody one among them, giving the illusion of a struggle, albeit a poor one. I'm sure you were thinking this yourself, right Edgeworth?" Edgeworth nodded. "Indeed, and that was how the real killer was able to conceal their presence, for a short time at least."
Badd finished jotting down a few notes in his notebook. "Looks like we've still got a ways to go before we solve this." As he put away his notebook, there a call of, "OBJECTION!" They all turned to see Calisto and the judge walk into the room. "Mr. Badd," Calisto said, "I'd advise you to place Detective Gumshoe under arrest." "Oh really," L said, "And for what reason would that be?" Calisto smirked. "The detective claims he was there, standing in front of the door the entire time, but I have reliable source that it's one giant lie!" Edgeworth raised his eyebrow. "Perhaps you could explain that statement Ms. Yew." Calisto motioned to the judge. "I'll just let His Honor tell you himself." "Of course," the judge said, "You see, detectives and prosecutor, during the recess I remember a period of time when no one was in the hallway."
"There, you see," Calisto said, "Now why would a detective who was supposedly doing his job the whole time make up a lie like that?" L frowned. "You're not seriously trying to pin this murder on Gumshoe are you? If you are, I should have you keep in mind that the man is afraid of blood. You may brush that off as an act if you wish, but I just thought I'd mention it." "If this whole thing was done by Gumshoe," Franziska said, "That renders his testimony invalid." "HOLD IT!," Edgeworth said, "Detective Badd, I must first ask that you not act without my permission. Franziska and I are here for the perfect investigation, and right now Ms. Yew is missing something important from her accusation."
Badd paused for a minute. "And what's that?" Edgeworth smiled. "Why, motive of course. What reason could Detective Gumshoe have for killing Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell?" "Good point," Badd said, "So big guy, out with it. You got something against Faraday?" Gumshoe shook his head. "No, sir! I don't a have any sort of grudge against Mr. Faraday!" "OBJECTION!," Calisto called out, "You really have a problem with lying, Gumshoe." "You know," L said, "There's a lot of objections flying around today. In any event, Ms. Yew, perhaps you'd like to clarify what it is Detective Gumshoe supposedly won't tell us. Be careful though..." He wagged his finger at Calisto. "Any inconsistencies or contradictions to what we know is the truth, and I shall point it out personally."
"Is that right?," Calisto said, "What, do you fancy yourself as the Great Detective L or something?" L couldn't help but smirk at this. "Why not humor me? You'll find out for yourself how good a detective I am." Calisto shrugged. "Very well." L held his hand out to Edgeworth. "If I may borrow your organizer for the time being, Mr. Edgeworth?" Edgeworth handed L his organizer as Calisto began her testimony while fixing her makeup. "It was... about a week ago. I saw the detective get chewed out by a livid Faraday in front of the precinct. He stood there super pale, as Mr. Faraday yelled, 'That's a salary cut for you, you nitwit!' A brand new detective suddenly getting his salary cut - that's reason enough for a grudge. Well? How's that for the 'perfect explanation'?" "HOLD IT!," L called out, "That seems a little less than perfect. While I'll admit you've given a plausible motive for Gumshoe killing Faraday, you've left out his motive for killing Mr. Rell."
"His motive for Rell's death?," Calisto said, "I wouldn't know that." "Then your explanation is flawed," L said, "Unless someone had a strong reason to kill both men, there's a 51% chance this crime could not have occurred. That is, of course, unless you can think of a reason otherwise." Calisto closed her compact. "Actually, I think as long as someone had a reason to kill one of the two, the crime would have still played out the way it did." "Oh really," L said, his thumb against his lips, "Do tell." Calisto began laughing again. "'Do tell'? Seriously, you're as funny as Edgeworth. You should do stand-up together." L smirked. "Just get on with your testimony, please." Calisto cleared her throat and began again.
"There's no one out there with a motive to kill both Mr. Faraday and Mr. Rell." "NOT SO FAST!," L called out, "Before you continue, I should say this much. There is someone out there who would have reason to kill both of these men that you've overlooked. Unless, of course, you'd rather not bring him up." Calisto seemed confused. "What do you mean?" "Well," L replied, "If we're looking for someone with a reason to kill both men, I can think of at least one person off the top of my head. The suspect of the original KG-8 Incident, who also happens to be a staff member of the Cohdopian Embassy, Mr. Manny Coachen. And don't go saying he wasn't even here either, because you spoke with him yourself out in the hallway. Mr. Rell had recently killed another staff member of the embassy, and Mr. Faraday was the prosecutor of the KG-8 trial, so I'd Coachen would have good reason to kill both of these men. Shame he has an alibi."
"Hold on," Franziska said, "Rue Ryuzaki, you go through all that trouble of telling us how Manny Coachen would be the perfect suspect, only to say he has an alibi!?" "I'm afraid so," L said, "You see, I remember seeing Mr. Coachen in the viewing gallery. I think a lot of people did, even Edgeworth. Naturally, every cop in the building would have had there eye on him. After all, he may have scored a legal victory in trial, but he still lost in the court of public opinion. With all those eyes on him, there's only a 1% chance he'd risk pulling off this murder. But I thought I should at least bring it up since Ms. Yew was insisting otherwise." "No way!," Gumshoe said, "Detective Badd, you've gotta believe me, I never set foot in this room!" Badd took a quick look in his mirror. "Then maybe there was someone else who could have entered?"
"I hate to say it," L said, "But Gumshoe would have told us if there was. Regardless, I think I can finish Ms. Yew's testimony for her. She was about to suggest that someone could have had a reason to kill only one of the two men, then killed the other to avoid creating a witness. Am I correct, Ms. Yew?" "Yeah," Calisto said, "Guess you're a pretty good detective after all." "Having said all that," L said, "There are a few things that are gnawing at me, telling me this case is far from over. As I've said, Gumshoe appears to suffer from hemophobia, fear of blood, which would make it hard to go through with a shooting or stabbing and still find a way to create the scene here. Also, there's that gunshot. For some reason I feel it was fabricated, though for the life of me I can't tell why. And there are other, seemingly nonsensical clues that may have new meaning given the new context."
"Well," Badd said, "We still need to go through the usual. Come on, Gumshoe. We need to take you to interrogation." He led a reluctant Gumshoe out of the lobby. 'I have a feeling Ryuzaki is right,' Edgeworth said, 'If Gumshoe really was the murderer, one would think he'd come up with a better lie than saying he was right in front of the crime scene the whole time. I'm sure Ryuzaki is thinking the same thing I am.' As Franziska and the judge left the lobby, Edgeworth stayed behind to speak with Calisto. "Regarding the murder of the Cohdopian Embassy staff member, I've heard that people are calling it the second KG-8 Incident. I'd like you to tell what you know about the original case." "Not much," Calisto said, "Only what I read in the papers."
Edgeworth smirked. "I can hardly believe that, since you're tied directly to that case. Specifically, through the victim." He held up the newspaper Von Karma had given him. "The victim in the KG-8 Incident was named Cece Yew. That doesn't strike me as a very common name, so unless I miss my guess you're related in some way to her, correct?" "Sure," Calisto said, "She was my sister. You probably remember that Coachen was in the hallway earlier and wanted to talk with me. He had only come here to watch the trial, since Deid Mann was his co-worker. But when he found out I was the defense attorney, he figured he could just say 'hi'. Oh yeah, and he also mocked me about not being able to resolve anything this time, either."
Edgeworth raised his eyebrow. "And what did he mean by that?" Calisto suddenly burst out laughing again. "Oh man! You wanna knock it off with serious face, already!?" She calmed down a bit. "Anyway, I'll admit when I heard about the double murder, I immediately thought Coachen was behind it. But it's as Ryuzaki said, he has a perfect alibi. Just to be safe, I asked around before considering anyone else. People in the gallery claim that he was in his seat the entire time. Shame too, I would have loved to have him arrested for the crime. After all, it was Coachen who killed my sister, Cece, before she could testify about the smuggling activities centered around the Amano Group." "I imagine it's hard for you," Edgeworth, "Knowing that Coachen can never be tried for that crime again due to his acquittal. And all because of a lack of evidence."
"Actually," Calisto said, "I heard the evidence to convict Coachen did exist, but someone had stolen it. According to Mr. Faraday, a man in black made off with the most important piece of evidence." Edgeworth was dumbfounded. "Then, someone tampered with the evidence!?" "Isn't that just like a criminal," Calisto said as she fixed her makeup, "I'm sure it was the smuggling ring operated by the Amano Group's secretary. They bailed Coachen out, because as it happens, they were in league with each other." Edgeworth crossed his arms. "Just how big was that smuggling operation?" Calisto shrugged. "Who knows? But it's the reason I wanted to be the lead defense on this case, the so-called second KG-8 Incident. I thought I could finally get some answers."
Edgeworth understood. "But you didn't learn anything new." "Afraid so," Calisto said, "Maybe I was expecting too much. For all I know, this case may not have anything to do with the smuggling ring. Anyway, that's all I know. Sorry if I wasn't much help." Edgeworth shook his head. "No, you've given me a lot to think about. Thank you." Calisto started laughing again. "You know, you should learn to lighten up, relax a little. We wouldn't want you to die of stress or anything. Maybe hang out with your friends sometime. Anyway, maybe I'll see you later." And with that, she walked out. L, who was still in the lobby, looked over to Edgeworth. "She does have a point. Although, do you have any friends? Besides Franziska, I mean."
"Once," Edgeworth said, "But I haven't been in contact with them since my father died. I wonder how Wright and Larry are doing now. Regardless, I believe the KG-8 Incident and this current investigation are linked somehow." L nodded. "I agree, and the sooner we find the connection, the sooner we solve this case. The biggest obstacle right now is breaking through Gumshoe's lie." "Indeed," Edgeworth said, "It's unnatural for a criminal to fabricate a story that would only hurt their chance of being found not guilty. Until I've completed my perfect investigation, this case will remain unsolved, and the truth will escape us forever."
To be continued...
My word count... IT'S OVER 10,000! Sorry, I had to make the joke. Little variation on the DBZ meme. Anyway, you'll see whether or not L and Edgeworth can clear Gumshoe's name in the chapters to come, so read and review.
