Apollo slowly walked out but a glow caught his sight. He looked to the floor and saw a pile of screwed up clothes and a green glow. He looked closer and saw a number nine radiating in front of him.

"What is it, Apollo?" Trucy asked. Apollo pointed to the number.

"What is that? I saw it on Mr Wright's desk a few weeks back but it never crossed my mind..." Apollo picked it up and felt power. "Wow. This thing's pulsating."

"Oh. Daddy told me about that when I was younger. He said he got it from a young girl on a case he was working on." Trucy rubbed her chin. "He also said he uses it to look into people's hearts and see their secrets. Neat, isn't it?"

"Yeah, totally." Apollo nodded. It sounds just like my bracelet.

Apollo slid it into his pocket and walked out of the room.

"Alright, Trucy. Where should we go?" Apollo questioned. Actually, I would like to see Edgeworth...

"Wherever you want." Trucy shrugged. "Remember I was enchanting people with my magic."

"Alright. The Detention Centre." Apollo nodded. They wandered off to the nearby prison and booked in to see Miles Edgeworth.

Apollo sat down at a tired looking Edgeworth. His eyes were trimmed with a dark shade of purple whilst his hair was messy.

"Justice..." mumbled Edgeworth. "Quite a trial, wasn't it?"

"Mr Edgeworth, are you okay?" asked Apollo. Miles nodded.

"Yes. I'm a little tired, that's all." Edgeworth added to his comment by yawning. "I take it you'd want to question me. Anyone would."

"Yes." Apollo nodded. "You do know that we are on the brink of losing?"

"I am aware of that." yawned Edgeworth.

"All because of your silence stunt." Apollo glared at his client. "That wasn't smart."

"Justice. I had to."

"Mr Edgeworth, if I am to help you, you must tell me why Dani blackmailed you." Apollo narrowed his eyes. "Tell me."

"I'm sorry, Justice..." Edgeworth shook his head.

Then, the most impossible thing happened. The world turned dark, except for on Miles Edgeworth. Chains wrapped around him and Apollo gasped as four gold and red locks appeared.

"...I would rather die than tell you." Edgeworth paused. "Apollo, are you alright? You look pale."

"I-I'm fine." Apollo rubbed his forehead as the chains disappeared and his normal sight returned. Apollo rubbed his chin in thought. It must be that...number.

Apollo slid it out to look at it. Unfortunately, Edgeworth caught sight of it too.

"Justice...where did you get that?" Edgeworth asked. He was beginning to sweat; that much was clear.

"I found it." Apollo replied. "In Mr Wright's possession."

"I guess Wright trusts you...especially to hand that to you." Edgeworth nodded. "You don't know what it does, do you?"

"I think I have a pretty good idea. You can see people's secrets..." Apollo saw Edgeworth nod.

"Yes. Wright put me in charge of a case. He lent me that Magatama." Edgeworth coughed. "The case where Godot was sent down..."

"...you were in charge of the defence for the first day." Apollo smiled. "I know. I watched the tape."

"Anyways, since I was able to see people's Psyche-Locks, I had much help on that case." Edgeworth told him. So that's what they are...

"Wow. I wonder where Daddy got it." Trucy said, beaming. Apollo rubbed his chin. Edgeworth is hiding something. His expression shows it. And the Psyche-Locks only prove it even more.

"Alright. We'd better do some investigating." Apollo assured Trucy. "Goodbye, Mr Edgeworth." We'll be back.

"Goodbye, Justice." Edgeworth replied.

* * *

The two entered the Crime Scene. Room 903 had been blocked off from everyone, guards making sure no-one entered. Only the detective, the prosecutor and forensics were allowed but they had been given special permission. And instantly, the room was a mess. Everything was strewn all over the place. A dummy sat where Larry obviously sat yet everything else was left untouched.

"Ah. I expected you two to come here some time." a familiar voice spoke aloud. Apollo whizzed around and saw Ema standing there, smiling at them.

"Ema...long time no see, isn't it?" Apollo grinned.

"Yes. About four months I think." Ema responded. "I can't help you two on this case this time. Icoivus has demanded no connection to anyone except him and...forensics." she spat. Apollo chuckled quietly to himself.

"But if we find something, you can tell us about it, right?" Trucy questioned.

"I think I can make an exception." Ema shook her head. "I don't think it's fair that boring, old prosecutors like Icoivus get all the information whilst perky kids like you don't."

"I'm actually twenty-two." Apollo interrupted. Does that seriously count as a kid?

"Alright. Young man then." Ema rolled her eyes.

Apollo looked around, yet nothing looked out of the ordinary. He only had three pieces of evidence: the pistol, the gas mask and the transceiver, not including the autopsy. Apollo sighed as he looked around to find an empty beer bottle but with a purple rim.

"Huh, what's this?" Apollo asked. Ema sighed.

"I was worried you'd find that. Don't touch it." Ema groaned.

"This stuff..." Trucy scratched her head. "It looks like that spray we used last time."

"Luminol...that spray was blue. This is purple." Apollo added.

"I got a tip-off that there were traces of poison in the room that the forensics found. I sprayed everything and this bottle got a reaction. It seems it has toxic cyanade on it." Ema told them.

"What is toxic cyanade? I've heard of cyanide but not..."

"Here's the interesting part." Ema grinned. "Cyanade is from the same family as cyanide...think of it as a distant cousin. Yet cyanade is usually used as a gas to help make glass instead of cyanide, which is used for illegal fishing and all that. Cyanade is usually a gas but at about 86 degrees it condenses into liquid. The room temperature is roughly 69 degrees so it would be a liquid in this kind of environment. Cyanade is an almost instantaneous. Wait about three minutes and you're dead. Perfect way to poison someone, especially if you add it into the drink."

"Was there any fingerprints on the bottle?" asked Trucy.

"Yes." Ema nodded. "They matched Larry Butz's."

"The victim..." Apollo said.

"But..." Ema paused.

"What is it, Ema?" Trucy questioned.

"The fingerprints. Some were the right way up but some were upside down. And they were smudged." Ema rubbed her chin. "It's strange."

"That's really strange." Apollo agreed. Where have I heard upside down fingerprints before?

Poisoned bottle and upside down prints added to Court Record.

"What's this?" Trucy pointed out. Apollo and Ema walked over to the chair with the dummy on and looked were Trucy was pointing.

"Hey, there's some blood..." Ema exclaimed.

"...and its been rubbed out!" finished Apollo.

"This is a clue!" Trucy giggled.

"It's a good job I brought this." Ema said. The other two looked at the bottle she was holding in her hand.

"Hey, isn't that the spray we used in the Gavinners case to find out Romein LeTouse's message?" Trucy questioned.

"Yeah, it is." grinned Apollo. "I know what you're thinking, Ema."

Ema sprayed the luminous substance and rubbed it in. Suddenly, letters began to form.

"This is like magic..." Apollo commented. Trucy glared at him.

"But magic isn't spraying some stuff on some blood, Polly." she spat. The words began to become clear; they stated "NK-3".

"NK-3...hey, isn't that the case Mr Wright said in court?" Apollo asked. Ema nodded.

"Yes, the one that 'didn't exist'..." Ema pointed at some prints in the blood. "Glove marks. The killer was obviously trying to rub this out."

"This place is like an evidence gold mine!" Trucy beamed. Apollo, however, was deep in thought. The NK-3 case. Quite obviously Larry had something to do with that proposed case and the killer didn't want the message to get out....this case is getting deeper and deeper...

Dying message added to Court Record.


Author's Note: A lot has been happening. I liked the thought of the Magatama so I wanted to introduce it into the story. In addition, I liked the idea of a past behind the case; that's what the NK-3 case is for.

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