Detention Center

1:28 pm

I sat in the detention center, waiting for the officer on duty to come back with Larry. I sighed and looked at the clock, twiddling with the attorney's back in my hoodie pocket, next to the magatama. I sighed and tapped my foot. Without Larry I wouldn't even get what's going on. I know him well enough to know he wouldn't do what they claim he did.

Finally, after fifteen minutes the officer came out and told me he would be in questioning for a while. I sighed again and walked out of the visitors room, not really knowing where to go. I was a little frustrated. The trial started tomorrow and I spent half my day trying to pass the BAR and so far I have no information on this. Trucy couldn't help because she was too busy focusing on Apollo and I, Apollo wouldn't have known because he was doing the same thing. Only thing I did know was I had to go to the Wonder Bar.

Wonder Bar: Dining Room

2:00 pm

When I showed up the scene looked like this. Police tape everywhere, but no police, and a few evidence indicators. I sighed and went ahead and went under the tape.

"Been a while since I've done this," I said to myself. "Should probably refamiliarize myself."

I looked around, being careful what I touched, I went to the first piece of evidence, it was a bullet. I looked at it, what was a bullet doing here? I heard one gunshot, and there was one bullet. That one bullet was what had pierced Trucy. So why was this one here? I went to the last piece of indicated evidence. A glove, a black fingerless leather glove. Issue is, this could be anybody's glove. I wasn't going to dismiss it right off the bat, but I had kept it in the back of my mind that there had been at least ten guys wearing one of those gloves before. Larry of course was not one of them.

Looking at the evidence here this should be a pretty cut and dry case. With the exception of the gun being found on Larry's person it should be easy. I knew better though, there was always something. I scratched my head and decided to try to go back and talk to Larry again.

Detention Center

2:35pm

"NIIIIIIIICK!"

"Larry calm down."

"Nick! I'm done for!"

He was crying now with those big eyes of though. I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms. "Larry," I said again, "Calm down and just answer my questions."

"I'm as good as convicted! Their going to give me the death penalty!"

He gave me a thumbs up. "I don't care though! I'll take it like a man! After all maybe I did do it! I'll go down in history as the man that tried to kill a little girl! I'll be infamous! So give me the chair I ain't scared!"

I slammed on the table. "LARRY! CALM DOWN!"

He flinched a little, but finally calmed down enough to where I could talk to him sensibly.

"Now Larry," I said again. I need you to answer some questions for me to the best of your ability. If you want me to defend you I need all the information I can get in the next few hours."

He nodded and agreed. "Sure thing buddy!"

-What happened?-

Larry folded his arms and tilted his head. "Well, I had decided to go to the Wonder Bar to catch her show and just hang out a little bit." Larry sighed. "Of course I just had a bad break up. My girlfriend before then left me to go to Japan for a modeling agency. SO I NEEDED TO HAVE FUN NICK!"

I sighed and shook my head. Of course this would all be because of a girl. Some things just never change with Larry. I told him to continue.

"I sat down and there was this beautiful young lass that came up to me and we talked before the show, so I bought her a drink and we just kept talking Nick. She was just so cute. I realized it was love at first sight! The show started and I watched it, I stood up when that last trick started. Then I heard a gun shot that sounded really close to me. Next thing I knew I was being tackled to the ground and I was brought here."

I sat back and sighed, something I've been doing a lot of lately. This was a typical Larry story. Not very descriptive, and very uninformative. I looked up at him questionably, there had to be more.

"I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!" he shouted. Then it happened, the one thing I haven't seen in ages. Haven't had to, even playing underground poker this never happened. Chains surrounded him, and three red locks connected each chain. The Psyche-Locks were back. I could feel my heart pounding now, things were getting there, I could feel it in my heart. My fire was slowly coming back. I couldn't help but smile at this. I don't know why, I just did. Back when I first saw these I dreaded them, but now I can't help but feel good about it. Things were getting back to my element. The element of discovering that truth that I know I longed for.

"Hey Nick," Larry said, "You okay? You're smiling a little creepily right now."

I shook my head and laughed a little. "Oh sorry," I apologized. "Larry… are you hiding anything from me?"

He shook his head quickly, then began to sweat. "No no not me! I wouldn't hide anything in this situation!"

I nodded and stood up. "I'll be back Larry. There's something that I have to check. I'll be back."

I walked out. It was back to the Wonder Bar. I think there might have been something that I missed. Something important.

Wonder Bar

3:19pm

When I had gotten back to the bar things were exactly as I left it, not a cop in sight. Good, it would make things easier. I walked back in, there was something bothering me from earlier, that bullet. I went back to examine it, fortunately it was still there.

Looks like my luck this time around is better.

I kneeled to look at it, and no matter how I put it the fact that it was there made no sense. I went back into my memory, into the panic of the situation. There had been one gunshot, I remembered it vividly. So where did this bullet come from?

"Excuse me sir," came a deep voice behind me, "Bars closed until further notice."

I turned to see a rather tall, well built man in his late forties. His blue eyes and long blonde hair the most distinguishable traits about him.

"Mr. Bar," I said. He looked and laughed again.

"Oh sorry!" he laughed. "It's only you Wright. Hey, how's Trucy"

"She's fine, recovering and in a lot of pain, but fine."

"Well that's good to hear. Say, what're you doing here?"

"I'm investigating." I flashed my attorney's badge at him. He stared at it for a second, then laughed again, clapping.

"So the rumors I heard were true!" he laughed. "You did get your badge back!"

I raised an eyebrow. "How'd you hear?"

"I have my sources Wright. Anyway, I want to help anyway I can. I'll give you free rain of the bar since your daughters our number one attraction!"

"Thanks," I sighed. Of course that was the key phrase that allowed me to do this. Since your daughters our number one attraction!

I went back to the glove, still perplexed on how that itself was evidence. Mr. Bar went back behind the counter, leaning on it.

"It's too bad," he started. "My newest employee had to start under such bad circumstances."

"You were hiring?"

"Yeah." He laughed again. "Of course your daughter already works here so there was no point in telling you!"

This was new information. A possible witness, the prosecution couldn't have found out yet, there hasn't been anyone here the whole day.

I jumped up. "Mr. Bar who is this new employee?"

He pointed with his thumb behind the kitchen door. "In the back," he answered. "I told her she could come in and at least help me clean up the spots that aren't the crime scene, since she really needed the money and I really needed the help. If you think it's important go ahead and talk to her."

"Thank you."

Wonder Bar: Kitchen

3:28 pm

When I got to the kitchen the first thing I heard was the sound of pots falling and a women's shriek. By the sound and lack of shrillness I assumed she was fine and went to investigate, I saw the back of a brown haired woman, her hair only neck length. I kneeled and offered a hand. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." she stood by herself and brushed herself off. When I stood I realized she wasn't really that tall, barely taller than Trucy. She turned around to reveal a big brown eyed young woman, could only have been barely old enough to work here. She wore a "Wonder Bar" T-shirt with a plaid skirt and jeans under it. A pink beret on the left side of her head. She smiled and let out her hand.

"Sorry about the mess."

I shook her hand. "It's not a problem, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"My name's Phoenix Wright, I'm a lawyer to the suspect. I was wondering if you could help me miss?"

She stopped shaking my hand, her big brown eyes seemed to show she was shocked at something. "What did you say your name was?" she asked.

"Phoenix Wright, Attorney."

The glassy expression left her face, she put her hands on her hips and smirked. "Mr. Wright, do you remember me?"

"Should I?"

She sighed, her hands now leaving her hips and she slumped over. I remember you were with a girl, it was during a typhoon. At a spirit medium convention."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry I don't remember ever doing that."

She laughed, putting her hands back on her hips. "Then let me refresh your memory Mr. Wright. I was a client of yours." She put her hands behind her back and leaned forward, winking. "My name… is Russi Clover. Supernatrual Phenomena Expert."

It took me a second, however after a few seconds it clicked. My eyes went wide, and I shot back. She winked again. "Remember me now, Mr. Wright? Because I sure do remember you."

Still shocked, I couldn't help but think to myself… Is my past really coming back to me like this?

Hey guys! Like what I did there? Know who this girl is? I'll give you a hint, she's not from a game! If you can tell me who she is YOU GET A COOKIE! Anyway thanks for reading and please give me your reviews/positive criticism! Anything helps! Well until next time… see ya!