It's fun guessing evidence isn't it? Ah, but alas, every trial must come to an end. Enter the investigation period, where new evidence is gathered and new revelations are disclosed.

This chapter starts after the trial, Gordon has gone back to the crime scene to investigate... aaaaaaaaaaaand...

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"What are you doing?"

Terry stared at me as I crossed the hall into Sid Herms' office. He ran in after me. "Hey! Do you have clearance to go in there?"

I turned, "I'm the defense attorney, I should be able to come and go to the crime scene as I please."

"But this place is under investigation, you could plant evidence or hide something, or…"

I shoved two fingers into his shoulder. "Hey, does that honestly sound like something I would do?"

He looked down, "Yes." He mumbled. I ignored his statement and studied the large desk behind me. Should I investigate it a little closer?

Terry came up behind me. "I'm keeping a close eye on you, don't try anything funny."

"Sure." I looked down to the desk. Papers were scattered everywhere, as expected. A small vase of flowers was on the floor, surprisingly in one piece. I looked through the drawers, one was left open. I reached into it and felt something.

"Aha! I bet this'll be interesting!" I wrapped my hand around the object and pulled it out. It was a rock.

"What?" I flipped it around in my hand. A perfectly normal, round stone.

"Sure, that's pretty interesting." Terry rolled his eyes.

"Well, that was stupid." I glanced at the rock, why would someone put a normal stone in a drawer? With a shrug, I slipped it into my pocket.

I looked at the glass case to my left, in contact with it for the first time. There was only one part of the case broken, near the center in front of an empty dagger stand. The murder weapon was most definitely taken from this display case. There were small glass shards inside it, so I wasn't about to stick my hand inside. I took another look out the shattered window. Down near the ground I saw a small platform tethered to a pulley at the top of the building. "Hey Terry, what's that thing?" I said, pointing to it.

He came near me and peered down to the floor. I felt his fear at the height, but he managed to straighten up. "That's just the window-washer pulley. They use it about once every six months."

"Hmm…" Devious thoughts began formulating in my mind. I quickly jotted down the window-washing platform in my manila folder.

I took one last sweep of the room, the 'crime scene'. Nothing else immediately came to mind.

Except…

I slipped the glasses out of my pocket and put them on, my vision instantly going negative.

"Hey, aren't those the glasses that made you faint the other day? Gordon?"

I gently pushed Terry out of the way; there were no red spots on him; so he was perfectly healthy. I remembered seeing a red blot near the window when I first put on the glasses yesterday. I turned to look and my vision zoomed in. The red stain was still there.

"Gordon? What are you looking at?"

I kneeled down to the small red pool only I could see. "Terry, there's blood here."

"W-what?" He hurried to where I was kneeling. He glanced at the floor. "I can't see anything!"

"That's because the blood soaked into the carpet. Terry, do you have a cue tip?"

He handed me one. "S-sure… here."

I swabbed the red stain with the cue tip. Some of the red on the carpet came off on the cue tip. I smiled. "Terry?"

"Y-yes?"

"Could you take this to the forensics' lab? I want this blood analyzed."

He rubbed his forehead. "But Gordon, I don't see any-"

"Trust me." I stood up and handed the cue tip to him. "Do you have something to keep this sterilized until you reach forensics?"

"Umm… s-sure." He took the cue tip from me and squinted at it. He took out something that looked like a sandwich bag and dropped it inside. "It'll take a while for the results to get back…"

"Actually, I have a favor to ask…" I took off the glasses and shoved them back into my pocket. "I seem to have used all of my cash on the trip here. Could I come with you to the lab?"

"W-what? Gordon, that's preposterous!"

"Do you really think I could mess with anything there? I don't know half there is to know about forensics. And besides, we're old friends; remember?"

"Gordon… I don't think…"

I grabbed his collar and touched nose-to-nose with him. "Remember?"

"Er… yeah."

I let go of him. "That's better."

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I made Terry take the taxi to my office so we could pick up Clara, who called to complain about how bored she was. My sister made quick friends with the timid detective, surprisingly. As we made our way to the precinct, I could tell Terry was nervous, since I practically forced him to take me to the forensics lab. How would they take it?

Terry shelled out sixty bucks to the driver, and we headed inside the precinct.

"Hey Terry!" Someone shouted as we entered. "Who are those two?"

"F-friends." He twitched a nervous smile and waved in return.

"Hey, Teddy?" My Clara licked a red popsicle. "Are you sure we can come in here?"

He didn't respond, he only stared at me with an angry face. I managed a nervous laugh, "We're company, Clara. Mr. Scours is just being very nice."

"Yeah, that's right." He said bitterly.

We went deeper into the building, hallways started to become darker, more and more windows were tinted, and less personnel were visible at every turn. Terry approached a dark, sliding door to the side of one hallway. He held his finger to his lips, "Shh, don't make a sound."

Clara held my suit. "Are we even allowed to be here?"

Terry winced, "Actually, there's no rule against it. Let's just say that if word got out that a defense attorney was back here, there would be rumors of shady dealings."

Clara and I glanced at each other. "I just want to see the forensics on the cue tip." I was determined to prove to myself that these sunglasses were really letting me see things; I was too young to go insane.

He pulled the door open and walked in as we followed. It was a very dark room, from what I could tell. A simple computer lay on a desk on the side wall. Through a large one-way window, you could see a jungle of equipment and scientists in lab coats.

Terry went to the desk with the computer; he pressed a button on the keyboard and spoke into a microphone. "Ms. Judy Ryut, please come into the office."

I heart skipped a beat, did he just say Judy Ryut?

Sure enough, a curly-haired; gorgeous brunette walked through the door. I did a double take, it couldn't be.

"It's nice to see you, Gordy." She smiled at me.

I rubbed my eyes. "Judy? H-how-?"

Judy Ryut was my ex-girlfriend from high school. We were together for over a year and a half, and we were seriously considering marriage. But then…

"I'm glad that you've… pulled through all right…" I rubbed the side of my cheek.

"I managed it after a while in therapy," she smiled again, "are you here with Scurry?"

I laughed. "Glad you haven't forgotten his name."

Terry cleared his throat. "Anyway, we're here because Gordon is convinced that there is blood on this cue tip," He pulled the plastic bag from his pocket, "could you run a few tests on this?"

"Well, I can test something right now." She drew what looked like a tiny spray-brush from her coat pocket. She unsealed the bag and sprayed the cue tip with it. After a few seconds, the brush of the cue tip turned a dull pink. She put the spray back into her pocket. "Yep, there's dried blood on it."

Terry looked at me with a skeptical look. "Gordon, how did you know there was blood on the carpet? I didn't see anything!"

I placed my hands on his shoulders, "Whoa, calm down man. I'll try to tell you." I pulled the glasses out of my pocket. "See these? I don't know how but… when I put these on, I… I can see, well… defects."

Terry raised a brow underneath his thick glasses. "Defects?"

"Well, for example; if there was blood on your shirt, and you couldn't see it, if I put these glasses on, I'd be able to see it."

Judy nodded smugly. "I have glasses like that. When you spray luminal fluid on something and you put those on-"

"But that's the thing." I closed my fist, gripping the glasses tight. "I don't need luminal fluid. I can… just see it."

Judy, Terry, and even Clara began to look scared.

"B-but that's not all!" I started pacing around the office. "I can even… even see through people! Like, an X-ray! And, if anything is wrong with someone… and I put these on… I'll be able to see what's wrong with them! Like, like… I don't know what! I can't really describe it!"

The three in my presence were in a stunned silence. Judy was the first to speak. "So, you can, like diagnose people just by looking at them?"

I nodded. "I guess that's one way to put it."

She shook her head, as if in disbelief. "Wow, Gordon. You have a gift!"

I raised a brow. "You seem to be taking this well all of a sudden."

"No, it's a medical condition. A warping of the cornea in the eye, coupled with a very sensitive pre-frontal cortex…"

"What is she saying, Gordon?" Clara tugged at my suit.

Judy began walking around the office. "This is a condition called morbus aspectus. Or Blood Vision."

I held up my hands, "wait a minute, you're not telling me I have some sort of disease, are you?"

"Not quite, let me see you for a moment." She grasped my face with one hand and came close. She looked deep into my eyes.

"Care for a kiss?" I puckered my lips in her grasp.

She let go and backed away. "I can't tell by just looking at your eyes, but from what you described to me, you have the condition." At the sight of my open mouth, she added "and it's not a disease! It's the opposite. Some of the most famous doctors and surgeons have blood vision. You ever heard of BlackJack?"

"Umm, no?" I rubbed my face where she grabbed it.

"He was regarded as a miracle worker, he could bring someone back from the brink of death. Can I see those glasses?"

Without a beat, she took the glasses from my hand. "You say you can't use blood vision without these glasses?"

"I-I guess."

She studied the glasses. "That's funny. The lenses are bent all over the place, I mean, they're really curved in one section and flat in another. These glasses were crafted… by some sort of Blood Vision Expert." She handed them back to me. "You always were an interesting guy, Gordy. But I have to say, you always find new ways to surprise me."

There was a very long pause. Terry sat down in the only chair and rubbed his forehead. Clara looked like she was scared to touch me.

Judy walked to the door leading back to the forensics lab. "I'll um, do some more tests on this blood sample. We should be able to tell whose blood it is. I'll have the results ready as soon as they're done."

I stood frozen to the spot, staring blankly at the wall. In a way it kind of made sense, I was reminded of my last case;

"I can see it as we speak! Your left hand is not made of flesh and bone! You have… A FAKE LEFT HAND!!

I remembered the feeling. That was the last roadblock I ad to get through in order to win that case. But how did I know? Before I made my conclusion, I saw something happed to his hand. It appeared to throb unnaturally, and I think it may have even flashed red. That was how I knew, it was my blood vision.

"Oh, before I forget," Judy opened the door a crack and stuck her head through. "If you ever need to test anything, you're more than welcome to come here. We have all sorts of things, fingerprints, footprint analysis, all of that jazz. You'll be accepted like an old friend by us. Just drop by if you need something tested, okay?"

"Oh, uh, sure." I rubbed my head. The day's events were wearing on me, but the day still wasn't over. I still didn't have enough evidence. I'll need to do a little more investigation before the trial tomorrow.