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Chapter 5 - Grace Michelle

October 15 – 9 AM

Grace's Apartment

Phoenix walked slowly towards the victim's girlfriend's apartment from the nearby bus stop. It was at times like this that he wished that he had gotten a driving licence. He recalled the testimony from yesterday's court trial and the detailed account that Matt had told him, when he had gone to check the crime scene for the first time on October the 13th.

He turned a corner as the 'apartment' came into view. It was big. It was one of those high tech buildings with a lot of space that could fit an entire a family of four, including two pet guard dogs.

Wow, if this is an apartment, then I'm big pink gorilla who's a Pink Princess fan. Phoenix thought as he watched the so called 'apartment' in awe. Shaking out of his stupor, he walked forward taking in every detail. He took out his pen and book pad, just in case something interesting caught his eye. But what caught his eye wasn't what he was expecting...

"HEY YOU, WHIPPERSNAPPER!!" A familiar voice shouted across the road. Phoenix gulped and braced himself. In less than 10 seconds Ms. Oldbag was standing in front of him, huffing and puffing.

"Hello Ms. Oldbag, it's nice to see you again." Phoenix greeted, choosing his words carefully.

"Well it certainly isn't nice to see you whippersnapper! What haven't got a change of girl yet?" She smirked at Phoenix.

"C-Change of w-what?!" Phoenix's eyes bulged out in shock.

"Don't 'what' me, young whippersnapper! Everytime I see you, you have a different female assistant with you, dont'cha?" She asked crossing her arms in front of her.

Oh boy. Phoenix thought wryly. "Uh, no ma'am, Maya and Pearls are both back at their village in the mountains. I came to talk with Ms. Grace."

"What do you need to talk to her for, spiky-head? You getting more people into trouble?!" She asked angrily, breathing heavily.

S-Spiky head...? Phoenix thought sadly. Just then as if fate had decided to rescue him, Julia Harrison turned the corner. She saw Phoenix trying to reason with Ms. Oldbag and decided to help out.

"Mr. Wright! There you are! I've been searching all over!" She shouted and crossed the road over to where they were standing.

"EH?!" Both Phoenix and Ms. Oldbag chorused unintelligently.

"Hi there Ms. Oldbag! It's very nice to see you again, but I've got work to do, and so does Mr. Wright. You see I can't let him waste time like this, I'm really sorry but I'd have to steal him from you." Lucia 'apologised'. Instead of shouting, Ms. Oldbag just smiled at her.

"That's alright, young'un. It's Mr. Porcupine that I have trouble with, not you!" Ms Oldbag reassured her.

"M-Mr... P-Porcupine...?" Phoenix asked defeated. Before he could say anything else, Lucia grabbed his arm and steered him towards the crime scene.

"Don't take it too badly Mr. Wright; Ms. Oldbag is just a sweet old lady who likes to talk a lot. I shouldn't really allow you to investigate the crime scene, but I'll make an exception. I'm not entirely sure that the defendant is guilty either." Lucia said thoughtfully.

"Then why do you prosecute him?"

"Well I never really had a choice you see, this is part of my final examination to lead a case, Mr. Edgeworth was supposed to mentor me, but since he is out of the country I have to do this by myself."

"Wait a second that means if you fail, then you fail your degree right?"

"I guess so, but let's not be pessimistic, alright? Our duty as officers of law is to catch the real suspect and put him or her behind bars." She said enthusiastically. Phoenix smiled at her; she seemed different to a lot of prosecutors.

"So what made you want to become a prosecutor?" Phoenix asked out of curiosity.

"I suppose it's the same reason as Mr. Edgeworth. I want to send the criminals to prison and the innocent to freedom. If I become a defence attorney I'll only be able to take certain cases, but as a prosecutor I will make sure that the defendant is the actual criminal before prosecuting." Lucia explained.

"Well I guess we haven't got much time, so we should probably get going now. Since I have to abide by the rules I won't be able to help you with your investigation. I'll see you later then Mr. Wright." With that she left for the crime scene.

Phoenix turned to see her walking back in the opposite direction; he looked confused for a while until Detective Gumshoe came to relieve him off his confusion. "Hey pal, watcha doin' here?"

"Uh, I'm here to investigate Detective. Ms. Harrison didn't mind, she even helped me to get here." Phoenix said turning around to face him.

"Yeah she's a good one, but she ain't gonna help you now pal, she had done all her investigation here a long time ago, she said she needed to check something back at the crime scene for now. C'mon pal, ask me anything I'll see if I can help you." Detective Gumshoe said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So what did you think of the trial yesterday, Detective?"

"Well, uh, it wasn't your best pal. The defendant is sure as guilty, and you don't stand a chance against the prosecutor. You ain't seen her angry yet, I tell ya it's a scary sight."

"Uh...okay, so did you find anything else? Have you got the autopsy report?"

"Yep, here ya go. That's your copy. The victim died between 4 – 5pm. One stab wound to the chest, and poisoned by a low dosage of cyanide."

"Hmm, so have you found out if the victim died due to the stab wound or the cyanide?"

"Not yet pal, it's difficult to tell. But from what I hear he stabbed himself first but the cyanide probably killed him faster. The forensics haven't confirmed it yet, apparently the heater and cooler was turned on at the same time, so that changed the um...rigland mortar? No, it was the ring mother...yeah well it was somethin' like that." The detective ended indignantly.

It's Rigamortis, Mr. 'Detective'. I wonder how he got to be a detective without knowing this. Phoenix thought sarcastically.

"That's it pal, I've got to go now, back to the crime scene and help the prosecutor. She's got to assemble the rest of the case by tonight. I'll see ya in court tomorrow." Saying that the detective disappeared off to the crime scene.

"Alright, it's time to get to work." Phoenix said to himself as he walked into the apartment. Again he stopped to look at the intricate designs in awe.

Sighing he walked up to the receptionist and asked for Grace's apartment room. Acquiring the information that he needed he walked up to room no. 202. He trudged up the stairs slowly since the lift wasn't working. The minute he reached Grace's room, he pressed the bell hearing its melodic music ring through out the inside of the room. After about 20 seconds, a young woman aged about 24 answered the door. Her dark brown hair was combed into a high ponytail and her emerald eyes sparkled with freshly shed tears.

"Um, you're Will's defence attorney, right?"

"That's Wright."

"So Mr....?"

"That's Wright."

"No, I meant your name. I asked what your name was."

"And I said it's Wright. My name is Phoenix Wright."

"Oh...um, sorry I didn't realise." She said, smiling awkwardly.

"No problem, many make mistakes, some do it on purpose. I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I hope you don't mind me asking you some questions." Phoenix said. I guess I am disturbing but...oh well! "So Ms...?"

"Grace Michelle, nice to meet you. Please come in, Mr Wright."

Together they both stepped in; just like the rest of the apartment the inside of the room was beautiful. Everything was decorated neatly with a simple touch, but just like Ms. Michelle the room had a sad atmosphere.

"Please wait here for a minute, I'll make some tea."

"Oh no, that's not necessary." Phoenix protested but the Ms. Michelle brushed him off and went into the kitchen. Phoenix took that time to look around and take in the details of his surrounding. Nothing seemed out of place, everything was quite normal. He was about to give up and return to waiting when out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a photo frame sticking out the bottom of the tea table. Gingerly he picked out the photo frame and looked at it. He bit back a surprised gasp; the picture consisted of a younger Grace Michelle hugging none other than the late ex-girlfriend of the victim, Emily.

A noise interrupted Phoenix from his stupor, quickly he stashed the photo frame were it was and tried to retrieve his normal expression. Ms. Michelle just then came through to the living room and placed a cup of tea in front of him. She went back in to wash her hands, while Phoenix took the opportunity to take her fingerprints.

"Alright since I don't have a database containing Ms. Michelle's fingerprints, I guess I have to record it myself. Where are the aluminium powder and the cello tape?" Phoenix spoke to himself, as he dabbed a bit of aluminium powder over her finger prints on the cup of tea and blew them out. Once he had gotten a clear print, he immediately placed cello tape on it and retracted the fingerprint. He stuck the clear print in his notebook and quickly wiped the cup of tea, as Ms. Michelle returned.

"So Ms. Michelle, do you not have any family living here with you?"

"No, not really. My parents had died when I was ten; my older sister looked after me from then. Emily was amazing; she was beautiful, intelligent and funny. She died just a while ago, so I'm living by myself."

"Well, I'm really sorry to have heard that. So Ms. Michelle where were you at the time of the murder?"

"I was here until 4.30 pm and then I left for Max's around 4.30, I reached by about 4.50 pm. Then... then..." She started crying uncontrollably. Phoenix just looked in disbelief, he didn't know what to say or do. Deciding that he had gotten all the information that he had wanted, he decided to leave.

"Um... I guess I've got to leave now Ms. Michelle, but thank you very much for your cooperation." Phoenix bowed; he only got nods in reply from the sobbing woman. He smiled slightly and left the living room, on his way out he noticed something in the bin. Frowning he picked up the tiny pink crumpled piece of paper and eased it out. It was a receipt from a taxi ride, it was dated 4.30 pm. Phoenix didn't know whether this would be useful or not but he decided to keep it in the Court Record, just in case.

20 minutes later.

Phoenix stood inside the victim's room; he decided to have a look at the crime scene one last time. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the room, it was just as the last time he came here, but there was something different, he couldn't place his finger on it but there was definitely something different. He shook his head off his absurd thoughts and went to the back of the house, and stood directly behind the victim's room. He had a look at the window again; he didn't know what to make of it. The plants around the window had slightly yellowed by the tip for some unknown reason. Without thinking he plucked off the tip of one of the plants and placed it in the Court Record.

As he decided to leave his foot knocked something over, looking down he saw that it was tiny bottle which was labelled cyanide. He carefully bent down and searched the bottle for fingerprints, his eyes widened as he recognised the fingerprint.

Sighing he carefully placed the bottle in the Court Record. Shaking his head dejectedly he left for the office. Hoping unenthusiastically that he never face the case tomorrow.