Case 1: Revive the Turnabout, Investigation - Part One

"Who…who's there…oh, it's you."

"Yes, hello doctor."

"What is it you- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

CRASH

BANG

"Hahahahahaha…now to pin it on that person..."

Date: January 22, Time: 10:37am, Location: Wright Anything Agency

Yet another boring day at the office. Athena and Apollo are out together, working on a case, so it's just Pearls, Trucy and I. But we have nothing to do, so Pearls and Trucy have gone out shopping for a while, leaving me here on my own.

*RING*…*RING*…*RING*…*BLEEP*

"Hello, Wright Anything Agency here." Yes, finally a client.

"Wright." Oh, it's just Edgeworth.

"Oh, hey Edgeworth."

"I need you to get down to the Detention Centre; I'll explain when you get there." He hung up. Ok…so where does that leave me? It's nice to know I get a say in this…

Date: January 22, Time: 10:49am, Location: Detention Centre Entrance

"I wonder what Mr Edgeworth wants?" Trucy pondered out loud.

"Maybe he got arrested again…"

"Do you think so?" Pearls gasped.

"He did not get arrested again." Came the sullen voice of the aforementioned Prosecutor; scaring the hell out of all three of us.

"E-Edgeworth…there you are…er…what did you want…?" I managed to get those words out. Kind of...

"A friend of mine has been arrested for murder. I recommended you to be her lawyer." He stated simply.

"Oh…well, h-"

"No objections, Wright. Defend her, she cannot do it herself and neither can I. I can assure you, however she is 100% innocent." Edgeworth glared at me.

"O-ok…before I talk to her, tell me about the murder."

"It was a doctor at the hospital she was in; the reason she was arrested is because of her motive – which is that she may be angry because of a failed operation. There was also evidence to suggest her guilt, it seems, but I think it has been falsified."

"Falsified? Falsified by who?"

"I believe the evidence to be falsified by the real killer."

"Who is?"

"I don't know yet!"

"Right…my bad…"

"I have other places to be; your client's name is Evie Law. Don't try to pull any stunts on her – she was a Lawyer too." And with that he left.

"Your defendant is another defence Attorney?" Pearls gasped.

"Seems like it. Let's go and see what Miss Law has to say about this."

Date: January 22, Time: 10:55am, Location: Detention Centre, Visitors Room

A woman with blonde hair and blue eyes sat in front of me, she was pale and tired looking.

"So you're Phoenix Wright? I've heard lots from Miles about you." She said.

"You have? Like what?"

"He said you'd defend me in court tomorrow. You don't have to though, I don't really care."

"What do you mean you don't care?" Pearls gasped.

"I just don't care about my life anymore," She dismissed us by looking to her left, "I have nothing to live for anyway. I lost my job, my home, and my driver's licence. I might as well be framed for a murder I didn't commit."

"Well I can't allow that!" I slammed my hands on the table in front of me, "You can't give up! Edgeworth still cares, you know!"

She rolled her eyes. "Let's just get on with the interview shall we?"

Fine, Evie Law, you have your way…for now.

"So tell me about why you were in hospital on the day of the murder."

"I had a bad traffic accident about a year ago. My leg and head have been messed up since, so they've kept me at that Hotti Clinic to help me recover."

"It sounds serious. I also heard Edgeworth mention something about a failed operation?"

"Yes. The victim, Igor Jones, was the surgeon for one of my many operations around the time of the accident. I didn't hold a grudge against him though; it was human error."

3 Psyche-locks appeared over her heart.

"She's got Psyche-locks?!" Pearls hissed at me.

"Yeah, looks like our client is hiding something about her failed operation." I breathed back to her.

"What're you two muttering about?"

"So tell me, Miss Law, about your alibi?"

"My alibi…I…don't have one." She grimaced, looking to the floor.

"…! What?! Why?!"

"I can't seem to remember what I was doing at the time of the murder…" She grasped her elbow, much like Edgeworth does.

"B-But that doesn't mean it was you!" Trucy gasped.

"I know! I know it wasn't me! But the police seem to think it was, so the Prosecution will hold on to every thread and any thread to get me convicted. My lack of an alibi practically seals my fate…"

"I'll do what I can to find out what you were doing at the time of the murder." I tried to reassure her.

Moving on, what should I ask her about next?

"So, Miss Law, tell me about yourself."

"…Well, before my accident I was practising for a Law Firm not far from here as a Defence Attorney. That's about it really…" she grunted.

"What Law Firm was it?"

"Grossberg Law Offices. I worked under Marvin Grossberg, but because of my accident I am unable to work, and he no longer wants me working there." She folded her arms and looked to her right.

"I…see…erm…"

"What?" She snapped.

"I'll go and gather some clues." I stood up to leave.

"Good luck."

Date: January 22, Time: 11:32, Location: Hotti Clinic, Reception

Oh for the love of GOD someone save me. NOT that "Director" again.

"…and the murder a few days ago is very, mm, tragic, isn't it, yes? …Mmmm, yes, quite. The victim was that lousy Doctor Jones." He sniffed.

"Tell me about this 'lousy Doctor Jones'!" I demanded, before he could go off topic again.

"Hmm…yes…well, he's made quite the error with his patience, Evangeline Law." He sniffed.

"What did he do?"

"…"

"…"

"…He messed up in an operation."

"Care to elaborate?"

"…Hmm…yes. No. Not really. No."

"What?! WHY?!"

"Mr Nick! Calm, you're in a hospital!" Pearls hissed.

"S-sorry…"

"Hmm, yes…I can't just blab to anyone. I've been told to keep my trap shut, see?"

"By who?"

"A young lady with a whip." He smirked. What a dirty old man.

"But…" he began.

"Yes?"

"You might be able to buy this information from me." Cue the creepy smile.

"…H-how?" PLEASE DON'T KILL ME FRANCISKA.

"You must be Evangeline's Lawyers."

"…Evangeline?"

"He means Evie Law." Trucy suggested.

"Oh, right. She didn't say her name was short for Evangeline…"

"AHEM. Mmm, yes. So you're her lawyers. Promise me that when you get her acquitted, she'll give me a lil' kiss on the cheek."

Somehow I don't think Evie will appreciate me selling her kisses off like this…

"Sure, whatever you want for that information." PLEASE DON'T KILL ME EVIE.

"Well, after her nasty traffic accident a while back, Evangeline was left with a crushed leg, and a serious head injury. Hmm, yes, anyway. She had to have brain surgery, but Doctor Jones accidentally nicked some brain tissue causing her to get brain damaged. It's affected her pretty bad; at first she couldn't remember anything; not even the identity of that posh man who visited her every evening. Little by little she was able to regain her memory, but there are still things she doesn't remember, and this one time I was talking to her and she forgot the conversation seven times! This month she's been a lot better though, especially with her memory, but her seizures have been bad, apparently."

Interesting…so Evie is brain damaged? And this causes memory loss and seizures? This may explain her lack of an alibi. It's time to get some more information from the fake director.

"So, Evie is brain damaged?" I ask him.

"Poor Evie…" Pearls muttered sadly.

"Hmm, yes, quite. It's a shame; she's so intelligent; used to be a Prosecutor you know."

"Prosecutor? I thought she was a Defence Attorney?"

"Hmm, yes. Same thing."

"I don't think we're going to get any more out of him about Evie's brain damage." Trucy said.

"Yeah…," I sighed, "So tell me about this posh man?"

"Hmm, yes, him," The fake director didn't seem happy about him, "He's Evangeline's 'old friend'; he visited her every evening, without fail. He helped her with her memory…hmm, yes."

"What did he look like?"

"Kind of posh-like. Wore frills, mmm. Yes. Here's a picture of them. I took it about three months ago, it was a day that Evangeline's memory was particularly bad.

The fake director handed me a picture of Evie and the "posh man". Evie was crying, and the "posh man" was holding her shoulder, trying to console her it seems.

"Wait a sec…" I looked at the picture with pure shock.

"That man is…" Pearls caught on fast, too.

"Mr Edgeworth!"