Lana noticed it at lunchtime.
Firstly, only four prosecutors (including herself) were there. Manfred Von Karma was dead, Godot was on vacation, and Klavier Gavin had apparently taken the day off. Which made her slightly mad, as anyone who wanted a day off had to tell her first. And she had no clue that he had decided to take leave today.
Secondly, the room was dead silent. No talking, no humming, no whip-cracking, no nothing. Lana knew that even when Klavier Gavin, Godot, and Von Karma weren't here, people (usually Prosecutor Winston Payne) at least made small talk, and that Franziska was whipping someone (Edgeworth, usually) for making her mad. But for it to be dead silent was very unusual, to say the least.
Finally, nobody seemed to be eating their lunch but Lana. That never happened in the Prosecutor's Office. Ever.
That's why Lana decided to take it upon herself to investigate what was with everybody today. Because if something was wrong, she, as the Chief Prosecutor, had to figure it out.
She started at her office. She was about to call Klavier Gavin, when she noticed a note on her desk.
Ms. Skye, I will be out for the day on Monday, hope you don't mind. KG
"That idiot," Lana muttered, starting to call Klavier Gavin anyway. "If he's going to leave a note on my desk, he needs to tell me why he's going to be gone, and where he's going to be."
The answering machine picked up when she tried to call him. "Gavin, if you leave a note on my desk, you need to tell me why you'll be gone, and where you are, got it?!" Lana yelled, then hung up the phone, and almost threw it across the room. Geez, when did I start having rage issues? She then decided to investigate what was up with the other three prosecutors.
The next stop, since his office was the closest one out of the three to hers, was Edgeworth's office.
And strangely, when she got to the office, Edgeworth wasn't there.
Might as well investigate...
The first thing Lana noticed was that Edgeworth's desk was a mess. She walked over, and carefully checked what was on the desk.
And right smack dab in the center, under all of the paperwork was a bundle of five envelopes, addressed to, respectively, Phoenix Wright, Franziska Von Karma, "The Fey Sisters/Cousins", herself, and Manfred Von Karma.
The letters struck her as odd. Why would he write a letter to someone he knows is dead? Why would he write a letter to me?! It doesn't make sense... And the other people...He sees these guys pretty regularly, I know that for a fact. So...why would he write letters to them?
At about that time, Miles Edgeworth walked in. And he was not pleased that Lana was snooping around his desk.
"Chief Prosecutor Skye...Would you mind telling me why you're looking at the things on my desk?" Edgeworth asked.
"I'm not looking, I'm investigating. You should know the difference, Edgeworth," Lana said, not bothering to look up at him.
"Regardless of whether you're looking or investigating-"
"Do you want a pay-cut, Edgeworth?" Lana said, glaring at the male prosecutor. He flinched.
"None of the things on that desk have anything to do with you-"
"OBJECTION! What about this letter with my name on it?! Unless you're saying you know someone else named "Lana Skye", this letter has to be for me!" Lana shouted. Miles flinched, then went back to his normal, composed self.
"Chief Prosecutor Skye...can you please leave my office?" Edgeworth asked.
"Sure."
And with that, Lana left. But not without taking her letter and Manfred Von Karma's letter with her.
Well, this is a strange turn of events... Anyway, as mentioned on my profile, this story is a chapter story, and it'll last about five chapters. Hope you enjoy! - ElementLegend
