A/N: Glad to know that you guys like my story so far~! I'll be trying to update frequently, but as I type this author's note I still have one and a half chapters of this fic still unwritten, plus the other fic(s) I'm working on - I'd appreciate it if you'd check those out, too - but I just injured my hand, so the going's slow.

A man's jacket billowed up on the surface of the black water. The last bubbles dissipated. In the harsh glare of the streetlamp, a sturdy figure fled into the night.

Half an hour later, an exhausted Clay Terran returned to the apartment he and Apollo shared.

June 28, 5:46 AM, Gatewater Apartments, Room #281

Of all the people to force their way into his house this early in the morning, Detective Ema Skye, flanked by two armed cops, was probably the last person Apollo would have expected. And Apollo, who had run into the front hallway/kitchen/main room area to see what all the commotion was, was in his underwear since the air conditioning was busted again.

"Clay Terran lives here, right?" Skye said.

"Yeah," Apollo said, gesturing nervously towards Clay's room, "he's still asleep, I think-"

Skye nodded at the two cops, who kicked open the door, shook Clay awake, and handcuffed him.

"What's going on?" Apollo demanded over Clay's wailing.

"We received an anonymous tip about fifteen minutes ago," Skye explained, "and they were right about the body in the river at People Park, so…"

"Hold it," Apollo said, "there's no way you did any sort of investigation in fifteen minutes. Why not just bring him in for questioning at a more reasonable hour instead of breaking into our apartment and arresting him?!"

"We were told that he was a very dangerous man," Skye said, looking away, "and I heard from Trucy that he had a roommate."

"Did you now?"

"Well, more like I heard from Trucy that you had a roommate, and I remembered the name." Skye shrugged. "The point is, we figured that a speedy arrest might be more prudent."

"Apollo!" Clay yelled as the officers marched him past Apollo and Skye, "I can't get arrested now! Launch is in eighteen months!"

"You'll be fine!" Apollo yelled back. "Don't worry! I'll get you declared innocent before you lose any serious training time!"

"Thanks, dude!" Clay shouted over his shoulder as the cops lead him away.

"Are you two normally that loud?" Skye asked.

Apollo didn't say anything and merely stared at the door through which his best friend had just been taken away in handcuffs. "What?" he said after a moment, "Oh. Yeah."

"Um, right," Skye said, "well, I'm only here to search Mr. Terran's apartment, but I guess I can stay out of your room." She coughed. "You should probably go get dressed."

Apollo suddenly remembered for the second time that morning that the air conditioning was broken. He ran to his room, slammed the door, and wondered if he would ever be able to look Detective Skye in the eye ever again.

Five minutes later, Apollo, dressed in his work clothes because technically he usually got up soon anyway, joined Skye in Clay's room.

"Detective Skye," he began.

"Call me Ema. There's no need for titles once you've shared a bottle of fingerprinting powder!" she said, adjusting her glasses.

"That's a new one," Apollo said, "anyway, do you really have any reason to suspect him, apart from some tip?"

"Sort of," Ema said, "the person on the other end of the line claimed to have seen Terran push a body into the river, and they were able to give a pretty accurate description of him."

"If they called him by name, they obviously knew him," Apollo pointed out.

"They said they followed him to his apartment and found out who lived there using the room number," Ema said.

"…which means there was a 50-50 chance of you arresting me?"

Ema shrugged. "Maybe they knew you had brown hair, not black hair like they described. Anyway, we thought it was a prank at first but we dredged the river just in case - obviously, we found a body, but he hasn't been identified yet."

"Do you at least know the cause of death?"

Ema looked at him for a minute, probably wondering if she should share information with the defense - especially since it was unlikely that even the prosecution had been assigned yet. Then she said, "We don't know at this point. No wounds or superficial marks, though, so that rules out stabbing, shooting, strangling, bludgeoning-"

"I get it," Apollo said.

"Actually," Ema continued, "we did find something interesting in one of his pockets. Apollo, do you recognize this?" She pulled some sort of small object in a plastic baggie out of her pocket and handed it to Apollo.

He examined it. It appeared to be a little plastic model of the Luna 2 spacecraft, the first manmade object to reach the moon. He looked dubiously at Ema. Sure, it was a little obscure, but who's to say the victim wasn't some sort of space nut? However, Ema merely looked expectantly at him. He turned it over and his blood went cold. On the very bottom, in tiny, cramped block capitals, was "C. Terran".

"Does he usually write his name on his models?" Ema said.

Apollo nodded. "Especially if he wants to bring them somewhere," he said, "back in high school he would always lose them, and for some reason the guy at the lost and found never wanted to give anything back unless there was a name on it, so I guess he got in the habit."

"So, why exactly would a corpse found in a river be carrying one of Terran's models?" Ema said, looking smug.

"I don't know yet," Apollo said, handing the evidence bag back, "but Clay wouldn't kill someone."

"We'll see about that," Ema said, "no matter how well you know someone, you'll always be surprised by the terrible things they can do."

Apollo ignored that cryptic remark and continued questioning her. "Any idea who actually left the tip?"

"No," Ema said, now searching through Clay's dresser and appearing to not approve of his fashion sense, "that's why I said it was an anonymous tip, idiot."

"But if they claim to be an eyewitness-"

"It was an anonymous hotline, too, so tracking them down is out of the question," Ema sighed, "and at any rate, they clearly thought Terran was someone to be feared, so they'd probably refuse to testify anyway."

"He's completely harmless," Apollo assured her.

"If you say so," Ema said, shutting the drawer.

"How soon can you ID the victim, anyway?" Apollo said.

"That's a good question," Ema muttered. "Oh, wait, Terran's not antisocial, is he? Animal abuser? Weird fetishes?"

Apollo gaped at her. "Of course not," he said. And why would he know about that last one?

"Then he probably knows his victim-" Wait, was she trying to find out if Clay fit the bill for a serial killer? "-which means you might, too." She handed him a washed-out photograph of a man's face. It was purplish and slightly puffy-looking, but Apollo's heart sank nonetheless. The curly black hair and high cheekbones were familiar.

"I take it you recognize him," Ema said, and Apollo didn't need to look at her face to see she was smiling smugly.

"Yeah," Apollo said hollowly, "I think his name is Bernie Dejeu."

"And I take it it was Terran who introduced you two in the first place."

"Neither of us knew him all that well," Apollo protested, "he was just some weird ex-boyfriend of Clay's girlfriend-" Ema's grin told him he should probably stop there.

"I can see where this is going. Nice work," she said, "digging a huge hole for your client before trial even starts."

"Ha ha," Apollo said sarcastically, "come on. I'm sure there's plenty of evidence yet to be uncovered."

"Like, say, a testimony," Ema said, "care to give me the name of this girlfriend you mentioned?"

Apollo groaned. This wasn't going well. "Badriyyah Zuvan," Apollo admitted, slightly unsure that he had pronounced it correctly, "they've been dating for almost a year now, I think."

"We'll be sure to contact her," Ema said. "I guess if you're lucky she'll be able to come up with some sort of alibi for him," she added, then sniggered.

"Ugh," Apollo said, "whatever. Clay didn't kill anyone… oh, and did you actually find anything yet? I spent an entire hour folding those stupid towels."

Ema frowned at him, then handed him another evidence bag. He squinted at it. "Zolpidem," the bottle read. "What is this?" Apollo said.

"It's a prescription soporific," Ema explained, "I found it in here." She slid open one of the bathroom drawers, then closed it.

Apollo shook his head. "Neither of us have insomnia."

"That doesn't mean it's not Terran's," Ema said, "We'll just have to see what the fingerprints have to say about it," and then she snatched it back from Apollo.

Clay usually wears gloves, though, Apollo thought, exasperated.

"What are you giving me that look for?" demanded Ema. Apollo shrugged.

"How long until you get an autopsy report?" he asked.

Ema frowned at him. "You know I'm not even sure we're supposed to be giving those to the defense."

"Doesn't that depend on who's in charge of the investigation?" Apollo said, "I heard that some prosecutors don't want the defense to have any information, while others will actually work with them…"

"I know, I know," Ema said, irritated, "but it's only been like an hour since the crime was reported in the first place. Obviously no one's been assigned yet."

"It's a little late to say 'better safe than sorry,'" Apollo said, holding his notebook up pointedly.

Ema rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm guessing that by the time the autopsy report comes in, a prosecutor will have been assigned. We'll see then."

"Oh, come on," Apollo said, "cut me some slack. Clay's my best friend."

"If you're so sure he didn't kill anyone, then you should have no problem waiting for the autopsy report to come up in court." She started munching on her Snackoos. "If you're really right and he's really innocent, then you'll be able to come up with some way to prove it no matter what happens, right?"

Apollo scowled at her. She knew full well that this was only his third case.

"By the way," Ema said, "nice boxers." Apollo coughed and turned away angrily, his face growing hot. I'm never going to live that down, am I?

June 28, 7:28 AM, People Park

Apollo had spent the last three hours following Ema around. After all, visiting hours at the detention center didn't start for another hour and a half. He wanted to have at least a solid case of his own before going and finding out from Clay how, exactly, the victim had ended up with what Ema kept calling a "dying message of some sort" directed at him, and where the Zolpidem came from. However, so far the evidence hadn't been exactly forthcoming. The real killer was either meticulous or lucky.

Ema and Apollo's theorizing was interrupted by the rumble of the motorcycle over by the park entrance. "The prosecutor must be here," Ema grumbled, as Apollo turned to look. Both Ema and Apollo were surprised to see, instead of Klavier Gavin dismounting and strutting over, Trucy Wright sliding off the back of the motorcycle.

"Thanks for the ride, Klavier!" Trucy said cheerfully, tipping her hat.

"No problem, Fräulein Wright," Klavier said, then added, "Achtung, baby!" and sped off. Trucy headed towards the crime scene.

"Oh, great," Ema growled, "instead of the glimmerous-" Glamorous, Apollo corrected in his head, "-fop I get to report to the showgirl a decade younger than me." She began vehemently munching on Snackoos as Trucy came into earshot of Ema's would-be under-the-breath comments.

"Hi, Polly, hi, Ema," Trucy said, bouncing.

"I take it you're the prosecutor for this case," Apollo said.

"I take it you're the defense attorney," Trucy replied, "don't worry, I'll let Ema share the details of the investigation with you… although it looks like she's doing that already." Ema's only response was to eat her Snackoos faster and look away. "Anyway," Trucy continued, "I have the autopsy report. What do you make of this, Ema?" She handed a manilla folder to her.

Apollo looked up over Ema's shoulder at it. Not much that they hadn't already suspected - the victim had been positively ID'd as Bernie Dejeu, age 23; cause of death: drowning, also some minute scraping injuries all over his body; estimated time of death: 11:00-11:15 PM, according to Dejeu's waterlogged watch, which had stopped at 11:14, although it was unsure how long it had actually lasted, and if the watch was ignored it could be anywhere from 10:00 PM to 3:00 AM; toxicology had revealed traces of sedatives in his bloodstream.

"I think it's safe to assume that the anonymous tipper saw the moment of the murder," Ema said, "as in, Dejeu was drugged and then dumped into the river, where he drowned."

Apollo nodded. That seemed right, well, except for the fact that there was no way the witness actually saw Clay. "I still say an anonymous tip is really suspicious."

"Well, if they are suspicious, they'll come up for a different reason," Trucy said, "we can't just trace a call to the anonymous tip hotline." She shrugged. "Oh, by the way, Ema, I meant to ask - did you remember to check the security footage?"

"Oh," Ema said, clapping a hand to her face, "I completely forgot they had those installed." She ran off.

"Don't worry about it, just check the footage!" Trucy called after her.

"Security footage?" Apollo said, raising an eyebrow.

Trucy nodded, smiling. "They had some cameras installed after the incident here two weeks ago."

"Ah," Apollo said, "there sure have been a lot of murders in our area lately…. It kind of makes me worry about our safety - especially Mr. Wright's. Doesn't he keep disappearing for days on end?"

"That's normal," Trucy replied, "he's working on a secret mission." Apollo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Besides," Trucy continued, "a couple of high-profile murders happen around here every year."

"It's not a very nice end of town, is it?" Apollo admitted.

"Yeah," Trucy said, crossing her arms and looking off into the distance, "so two in one month isn't that weird, I think. I mean, it's not like I'm scared or anything." Was it just Apollo, or had his bracelet tightened when she said that? He ignored it. After all, Trucy was only fifteen, German-style law studies or not.

"The power of science prevails again!" Ema shouted suddenly after fifteen minutes of both Trucy and Apollo aimlessly poking around the park, running back towards them, video cassette tape in her hand.

"I don't know if I'd call putting some security footage on an old VHS 'science'," Apollo said. Ema threw a Snackoo at him.

"Shut your mouth," Ema said smugly, "just wait until you see what's on the footage." Trucy pulled a relatively portable video player out of her magic panties, and Ema gleefully shoved the tape in. All three of them leaned in to watch the segment of footage that Ema had recorded.

The timestamp read 10:10 PM when Clay walked into the park. That's not long after he left last night, Apollo thought. Clay's head was turning from side to side, like he was looking for something. Had he mentioned why he went to the park last night? Apollo couldn't even remember him mentioning that he was going to park specifically, just "out". Ema fast-forwarded through almost three hours of empty area-immediately-inside-the-park until 1:03 AM, when Clay, looking slightly disheveled, exited the park. And that's not long before he came home last night, or rather this morning, I guess, Apollo thought.

"Looks like he was at the crime scene at the time of the crime," Trucy observed. Apollo groaned internally.

"And it looks like he must have asked the victim to meet him there," Ema said, chewing on her Snackoos triumphantly, "since he's not exactly dragging a body in the clip."

"Hold it!" Apollo said, "is this all the footage you got?"

"Y-Yeah," Ema said, deflating slightly.

"So there wasn't any actual footage of the victim entering the park?" Trucy said.

"No," Ema said sullenly, "he must have entered through one of the camera's blind spots." She pulled out a map of the park, and circled a couple sections of fence, and then put an "X" over one of the circled segments. "The cameras are only placed at the actual entrances to the park, and there are none in the park itself, so anyone could get in without being seen if they climbed over the fence in any of these places." She pointed the "X". "The fence here is broken, too, so you wouldn't even have to climb."

"I see," Trucy said, putting a finger to the side of her mouth, "so I guess we have to figure out why the victim went out of his way to not be seen by the cameras."

"Maybe Dejeu was the one who summoned Clay to the park," Apollo said.

"Why would he do that?" Trucy said, "he was the one who was murdered, not Clay."

Apollo shrugged. He was sure he was onto something, though. He checked his watch. Visiting hours would start soon.

June 28, 9:00 AM, Detention Center

"There you are!" Clay shouted as soon as Apollo walked in.

"They only just let me in," Apollo pointed out.

"Whatever," Clay said, "you got that case-breaking evidence yet, dude?"

"Um, about that," Apollo said, sitting down, "there's… not much evidence in general."

Clay's omnipresent grin faltered a bit. "I'm sure something will come up," he said, his voice still light, "I mean, if anyone can prove me not guilty, it's you!"

Apollo smiled at him in spite of himself. "Right," he said, "oh, and I had some questions for you. Have they told you who the victim is yet?"

"No," Clay said, "I haven't even really been questioned. I think they kinda forgot about me once they threw me in the cell. I mean, it was really early when they arrested me, so I guess it's not a surprise that the only one who really talked to me was your little sister."

Apollo frowned at him. "Little sister?"

"Yeah," Clay said cheerfully, "that really young prosecutor, Trucy Wright. She looks just like you, man."

"We're not related."

"She still looks just like you."

Apollo rolled his eyes. "Anyway, the victim was that one friend of Badriyyah's, you know, Dejeu."

Clay's smile faltered again. "Oh, him."

"You didn't know him all that well, did you?" Apollo eyed him suspiciously.

"Don't look at me like that," Clay protested, "I only really knew him through Badri. I wouldn't've had any reason to kill him whatsoever!"

Uh-oh. Apollo's bracelet was reacting. "Uh, Clay…"

Clay looked at him, his expression a mixture of betrayed and insulted. "Come on, dude," he said, "whatever your magic bracelet power says, I didn't kill him!"

"I know," Apollo said, but it was a relief nonetheless when his bracelet loosened. "Look, Clay, this will be so much easier if you'd just tell me everything."

"Yeah, yeah," Clay said, rubbing his eye with the back of one fist, "but it's really personal, dude. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the case, anyway."

Things like that usually do, Apollo thought, but decided not to press Clay. For now, at least. "Fine. Okay, tell me why you were in the park last night."

Clay looked up again, a little startled. "How did you-"

"You were caught on the security cameras."

"There are security cameras?"

"They're new," Apollo said, shrugging. "Anyway, you were in the park for nearly three hours. Why is that?"

"N-No reason," Clay said, plastering a fake smile on. Apollo's bracelet tightened, and he leaned his forehead against the glass, sighing. "Sorry, man. But it doesn't really matter, right?"

"Well, I certainly hope not," growled Apollo. It was almost like he was trying to make himself as suspicious as possible. "Well, as long as you were there, did you happen to see Dejeu at any point? Please tell me," he added.

"Nah," Clay said, "I never saw him at all that night." Apollo's bracelet didn't react. "Of course, I kinda fell asleep not long after I got to the park. I left when I woke up." So, as long as Clay didn't want to talk about it, it was still possible that Dejeu was the one who called him to the park in the first place. Apollo just wished he had a better alibi than "I was napping."

"Right then," Apollo said, pressing on, "any idea why Dejeu had your Luna 2 model in his pocket?"

Clay looked at him, aghast. "He's the one who had my Luna 2 model?"

"…yes?"

"It's been missing for months! I haven't seen it since I showed it to Badri - I thought I misplaced it."

"Wait," Apollo said, "if you took it to Badriyyah… how did it end up with Dejeu?"

"I have no idea," Clay said cheerfully, and Apollo's bracelet tightened again. Apollo groaned in frustration. "Um… sorry."

"I'll live," Apollo muttered. You might not. "Anything you can tell me about the night of the crime?"

"Not really," Clay replied, shrugging.

"You know they're looking into Badriyyah as some sort of witness, right?"

"They are? That's, uh… not good," Clay said, "I don't want my girlfriend getting arrested for perjury."

Apollo sat up. "Wait, why do you think she'll get arrested for perjury?"

"Come on, dude, you know how she is."

"Not really."

Clay sighed. "Look, I know I have a really bad alibi. So I'm kind of worried that once Badri finds that out, she'll lie and say I was with her, or something. You know, trying to protect me."

"I… see," said Apollo, but his bracelet was picking up something - somehow he felt as though this wasn't another case of Clay intentionally hiding something from him. This was something deeper. Did Clay not trust his girlfriend…?

"Actually," Clay said, tilting his head, "can you go check up on Badri for me?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, man, she's probably pretty worried about me. Just assure her that I got the greatest defense attorney in explored space, okay?" Clay said.

Flattery will get you everywhere, Apollo thought. "Fine," he said, getting up. "I'll tell her you said hi."

"Thanks, bro."

June 28, 10:15 AM, Run Down Inn, Room #102

Apollo, having never been to Badriyyah Zuvan's house before, was surprised to find that it was an extremely cheap, air-conditioning-less, one room flat filled with clutter and second-hand furniture. Granted, Badriyyah wasn't exactly what Apollo would have called, say, well-dressed, but he had always thought that was because she was more academically-minded than fashion-minded.

"Sorry it's a mess, I would have cleaned up a little if it hadn't been so… hectic," Badriyyah said. Apollo nodded, not meeting her eye. She was a beautiful, broad-shouldered-wide-hipped woman, with long, flowing black hair in a wide, messy plait reaching halfway down her back and smooth, clear dark skin. Her eyes were a deep, dark purply-blue, like the night sky if it didn't have any stars. Quite frankly, Apollo didn't feel like he was welcome to look at her. He wondered how in the world Clay got himself a girlfriend like that.

"Are you going to be a witness in tomorrow's trial?" Apollo asked her, opting to glance around the room instead. He knew Badriyyah was interested in space and he was pretty sure she was currently majoring in aerospace engineering, but he was surprised by the sheer amount of models she had. In fact, it seemed that aside from the bare essentials and some books, all she had were models… except for Clay's GYAXA jacket, which was draped over a beat-up looking chair at the equally beat-up looking desk. Clay must have left it here the other day, Apollo thought. He hadn't seen Clay wear it in a while.

"Yeah," Badriyyah said, slightly irritably, "I can't believe they expect me to testify against my own boyfriend."

"You know, he's worried that you might lie to protect him and get arrested for perjury."

She shrugged. "Like those courts ever write anyone up on perjury." Okay, that was true. "But he can rest easy. I wasn't planning on it." She sighed. "I didn't expect it to come to this, though."

"What exactly will you be testifying about?" Apollo said, "It's not like you'd be there to establish an alibi for him or anything."

"I'm not at liberty to say," Badriyyah said, playing with a lock of hair, "that little prosecutor girl said those orders came from the top, by the way. She said to tell you she was 'totally planning on letting Polly get the chance to question you, but Uncle Edgeworth said he'd ground me if I kept doing that.'"

Apollo sighed. Seemed he'd been doing that a lot today. "Well, hopefully it's not something too damaging to Clay's case."

"That… doesn't seem likely," Badriyyah said, putting her hand over her mouth, "let's just say I'm going to be a highly valuable witness for the prosecution."

"Seriously?"

Badriyyah shrugged. "Tell Clay I'm sorry, and I don't think he meant it-" Apollo's bracelet vibrated slightly. "-but if I'm going to be called to court, well, I'm going to tell the truth. Every citizen has to do their duty, otherwise nothing would get off the ground, you know?"

"Um… yeah," Apollo said.

"But on the plus side," Badriyyah said, "Clay always speaks so highly of you, he says you're a better lawyer than a Ferengi."

Thanks, Clay, Apollo thought sarcastically, but I guess Ferengi would make pretty good lawyers. "So you're thinking I'll be able to find some way around your testimony?" Apollo said.

"If Clay's innocent, then I'm sure you'll find a way," she said, and smiled, but to Apollo the smile seemed a little condescending. Trouble in paradise, Apollo thought. Did either of these people actually trust each other?

June 28, 12:29 PM, Prosecutorial Office

Trucy had to admit, she was a little excited about the prospect of going up in court against Apollo. She was a little less excited about the fact that she couldn't help out Apollo with his investigation anymore. Edgeworth had caught wind of it and accused her of "further blurring the lines between defense and prosecution," which Phoenix said sounded more like a compliment than anything else when Trucy told him about it, and he also called Edgeworth a hypocrite.

The point was, she had to tell her star witness, Badriyyah Zuvan, not to tell anything to Apollo, and had to tell Ema not to reveal the existence of the other witnesses to him either. Trucy sincerely doubted that he would find them on his own - she had found them after he'd already left for the detention center, and he probably wouldn't know them anyway. Two friends of the victim's (admittedly, one of them was only going to be needed if Zuvan folded under cross-examination) and a random bystander whom Trucy suspected may have been the source of the anonymous tip.

Speaking of the anonymous tip, Trucy listened to recording and concluded that the person on the other end of the line was disguising their voice. She had no idea how soon the voice analysis would be done, or if it would even yield any remotely helpful results. And speaking of results, where was the fingerprint test on the Zolpidem?

Ema casually walked into her cluttered yet colorful office, munching on Snackoos. "So," she said somewhat awkwardly, "apparently there was some sort of huge mix-up in the forensics department."

"Is that why the fingerprinting is taking so long?" Trucy asked.

"Yeah," Ema said, "and the voice analysis is going to take a while, too."

Trucy sighed. "I hope we don't need that in court."

"Well," Ema said, "if that Dromeda guy really was the tipper, then it shouldn't matter."

"Right," Trucy said. They had already looked into Hans Dromeda's background and found absolutely no connection with Bernie Dejeu, or with Clay Terran, or with any of the other witnesses, so there was no reason to lie about what he saw in the park that night. Also, Trucy was pretty sure that Dromeda was actually crazy enough to tail someone "dangerous" back to his apartment just so he could have a name to give the police. That might also explain the voice-changer. "What I can't figure out is why the tipper thought that Terran was dangerous."

"Well," Ema said, crossing her arms and tilting her head, "Terran's, what, five-foot-eight? And he's an astronaut… meanwhile, Dromeda can't be taller than five-one."

"He's shorter than Polly," Trucy giggled.

"And scrawny, too," Ema added, "at least Apollo has broad shoulders."

"So, in short," Trucy said, punintentionally, "Terran could probably beat up Dromeda."

"…yeah," Ema said, "although I probably wouldn't have phrased it that way."

"Anyway," Trucy said, spinning in her chair, "unless something else comes up, all we really have to do is wait for the forensics thing to be resolved."

"I'll go help with that," Ema volunteered, adjusting her glasses. She ran off.

That will probably only make things worse, Trucy thought. Oh well. With some of the evidence still a little up in the air, victory was less than certain. However, between her and Apollo, she was sure they could find the truth.

A/N: Short chapter, I know. A lot more happens in the next one, though, so look forward to it!

Also, I hope the personality I gave Clay isn't too reminiscent of Larry. I'm just kind of using the one that Sith used, haha. I like consistency.