Chapter Four: Mr. Hat
April 24 4:13 PM
Police Precinct
Phoenix stepped into the air-conditioned building of the precinct. He instantly remembered all the times he had been here himself. With his partners.
But that was a long time ago.
He walked towards the Chief's desk where he finally heard the news.
"So, you are Mr. Wright, I presume?"
"Yes. Why did I need to come here...?"
"You will see in a minute. Please, sit down."
Phoenix then sat down in front of the desk where the equally boring chair laid. He felt as if he was about to be told that he failed his bar exam or something. Unfortunately, this was in a whole different league.
"Mr. Wright, I have something to show you."
He pulled out a silk hat of sorts. It was light blue and completely unscathed. It was a rather cute hat; Phoenix remembered buying that years ago.
When he saw the hat though, he was nearly driven to tears. Fortunately, he remained calm.
"That's Trucy's hat."
"Of course. That is just what we had suspected. You see, this was found nearby the scene of the crime."
"Near Apollo?"
"No, near the dead body. I'm sorry to say this, Mr. Wright, but we are forced to consider Trucy a prime suspect of the murder of Alexia Sharrow."
Phoenix stopped. His heart skipped a beat.
He knew that Trucy was innocent, but right now, the police were desperate.
A strange murder in the court parking lot on top of a hit-and-run and a kidnapping.
To top it all off, no one was left to defend Trucy. Phoenix knew what he had to do.
He stood up and left without another word. The Chief called back to him, but Phoenix ignored him. His eyes were dead straight to his path as he walked out of the door, sheer adrenaline pumping through his veins. His fists were clenched as were his teeth as he headed towards his next destination: Apollo.