"Out of my way! I'm Apollo Justice of the Wright Anything Agency, and I'm that man's attorney!"

Never having heard Apollo introduce himself as a member of the agency, Trucy couldn't keep herself from sobbing again. Apollo, in the meantime, focused on the cell's lone occupant. A man with his head bowed and entire being trapped in sadness.

It was just like the call from before. Just like racing into the Space Center, only to find-

"Prosecutor Gavin! Hang on, Prosecutor Gavin! I'm getting you out of this, I swear it! I'll die doing it if I have to, but I'm getting you out of there! You have my word! As an attorney and as your friend!"


Post Dual Destinies! Apollo and Trucy have unearthed a horrific truth: Klavier has been arrested on murder charges! With Nick and Athena out of the office, they've got their work cut out for them! What exactly led to Klavier's arrest? How will Apollo handle the case? Will he be able to handle it at all? Find out in this episode of 'The Heart of a Turnabout'!

Chapter introduction inspired by Tyranee's Let Dubs of the Ace Attorney series. Chapter written to Logic Trinity from Dual Destinies OST.


My first thought was of him. Kristoph Gavin. One way or another, he must've been behind it. Must've set the stage up all by himself. With that sick smile on his face, too. But I knew focusing on him wouldn't get me anywhere. The way things were going, I might as well have accused Officer Meekins of framing him.

That day was repeating itself, slapping me harder and harder in the face, reminding me of everything I had lost. Reminding me of how useless I was when it came to protecting the people I loved. I was at the edge of the universe yet again, standing there with my sister Trucy. We were alone, without either Mr Wright or the Whirlwind to help us.

It was up to us to end this, whatever it was. Up to us to put an end to his nightmare. Once for all.

Murder charges. I had heard those two words so many times. If I had a dollar for every murder charge I had to investigate, I'd have enough money to build a hundred agencies of my own. But never did I think I'd hear those words attached to him. Klavier. Out of all the people in this damn universe, Klavier was arrested on murder charges.

Klavier. Someone I knew would never hurt a fly was my newest client.


Apollo tore his mind from the figure in the cell. After swatting all of the reporters away from that particular cell, he gripped Trucy's hand, gathered a few more bullet points on the case from Officer Meekins, and tore out of the Detention Center. Looking back at his client? Well, out of the question.

Looking at back at Klavier would've reduced him to a brain-dead puddle. 'I already let that happen with Clay. I'm not about to let it happen again.'

Trucy, arm in his, stared at her brother with eyes overflowing. He knew she was already on edge, with her father being out of the office and on another planet, even though she made it a full-time job to keep up a strong front. With Klavier being arrested in The Twilight Zone, things were even harder to bear. Apollo knew there were a few jobs on the table, looking after her being one of them. "Apparently quite a lot went down at the Kit Kat Lounge last night," the attorney said, voice firm as he reviewed newly acquired information. Counting the bullet points of info on his fingers.

"Prosecutor Gavin went there for a guest appearance last night. Fast forward a couple of hours, the lights went out and there stood the crime scene. With no one on the stage, save for our prosecutor and the victim. The victim's body was covered in blood, and seems to have been suffocated with his own guitar."

"How long were the lights out?" Trucy whimpered, sniffing through a hundred tears while looking back at the Detention Center. She and Polly were several yards away from where Klavier was being held, heading towards a certain lounge and leaving behind a heartbroken prosecutor in the process. Voice shrill from panic and sadness, she started wringing her hands.

"If they were only out for a few seconds-"

"They weren't. They were out long enough for someone to apparently strangle the victim with his own guitar. Several points of importance are making it quite easy to have Prosecutor Gavin pinned as the culprit. One: his distance from the victim. He and the second guitar player were in close formation. Two: there apparently was some type of partnership between them, something that went south of the border somewhere down the line."

Trucy could never ignore how incredible her brother was at putting pieces of the puzzle together, even with the sky caving in on them. But hearing a distinct lack of emotion in his voice, coupled with his repeated usage of Prosecutor Gavin instead of Klavier, only made things hurt even more. In the last couple of weeks, Apollo had adopted the habit of calling the prosecutor by name, not by title.

Apollo was in a billion pieces. He was just unwilling to show it. He didn't want to and knew he couldn't afford to.

"The guitar wasn't his, right?" the magician sobbed, rubbing at her eyes even more, heartbroken over what had happened to the victim but not at all wanting to accept Klavier as the guilty party. Apollo, with a tender smile, laid a hand on the young woman's shoulder.

"No. From what I was able to get out of Officer Meekins, the guitar belonged to the victim."

"I don't even understand how this is happening," she sniffed, burying her head in the attorney's chest. Apollo wrapped her into an embrace, head resting against her shoulder, letting her tears melt into his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Polly! I was just on my way to visit him, and, and-"

"Nothing you need to apologize for," he told her, lifting up her hat and ruffling her hair. "And there's nothing to worry about. I'm getting to the bottom of this and you're going to be with me, right? Like any pair of Gramaryes, hitting the ground with spirit and ferocity. Right?"

"Right," she giggled through a fresh swarm of tears, eyes twinkling. Apollo patted her on the back, beaming as though the sun itself were living inside of him.

"That's the spirit. Now let's make our way to the lounge and find out what's going on."

Trucy's eyes lit up in alarm. "Wait. Maybe we should call Daddy and big sis first."

"Good idea. I think they should know the universe has already been turned upside down. It'll be nice to check in on Miss Fey, too. Hopefully at least ONE person's having a nice day."