Turnabout Charity Part 3


October 27, 12:10 P.M

Home

Living Room

"By the way."

"Yeah?"

"What exactly is my job as assistant?"

"...I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Relisa cried, "You're the one who insisted that I tag along."

"Don't you get a kick out of watching the trials?"

"W-Well that's...t-that's got nothing to do with this! I need things to do too!"

"Then do you know what an assistant usually does?"

"N-No."

"There we go."

"Well do you?"

"No."

"So we're stuck." Relisa sighed.

"If you want you can ask Aissla."

"Eh? Why Aissla?"

"Because she used-"

"Ah, that's right! Aissla is a detective! She must've been someone's assistant at some point!"

"...Sure." I sighed.


Talk-Next Move

"So what do we do next?" Relisa asked.

"We do our own investigation."

"Eh? Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"W-Well...that prosecutor's doing the investigation right? So why would we be needed?"

"...So you'd rather we do nothing?"

"I-I never said that..."

"...We'll investigate the last 3 suspects on the list." I said, "If Renee started from the top, then he might not even get to the last 3 by today. He can't bother us about investigating either."

"B-But wait, doesn't that mean we don't get to see the police?"

"Yes."

"Well...then I can't meet Aissla and ask her about being an assistant."

"...Good point." I admitted, "How about we met her right now and proceed with the investigation immediately afterward?"

"Immediately? But what about lunch?"

"It becomes dinner. Let's go."

"Aww..."

Move-Police Department


October 27, 12:13 P.M

Police Department

"You two." Aissla frowned, "What do you want?"

"Just a few questions."

"...Fine, but only because I'm free."

"What about the investigation?" I asked.

"Renee's not taking me along."

"Gee, I wonder why."

"Can't you say anything without making it sound like an insult?"


Talk-Today's Trial

"Today's trial...could've gone better."

"I'd say."

"That coin of yours is annoy." Aissla sighed, "Where'd you even get it?"

"A friend of mine gave it to me."

"...Really? That's it?"

"Yeah."

"There's no way you could've gotten something like that for free." Relisa said.

"This coin doesn't work for everyone." I explained, "I can barely even use this coin."

"Barely?" Relisa frowned, "You seemed to be able to use it just fine."

"Because I was born with a higher amount of Spiritual Energy than...most members of my clan."

"Clan?"

"Look, I have free time, not forever." Aissla broke in, "You wanted to ask something?"


Talk-Assistance

"Hey, Aissla."

"Yeah?"

"You were an assistant once right?"

"...Yeah."

"So what did you do?"

"...What?"

"What kind of stuff did you do as an assistant?"

"W-What did I do?" Aissla reddened a bit and looked away, "W-Well...I usually handled superfluous stuff."

"Superfluous?"

"Anything my boss didn't have time to do, I would handle it for him. Including minor luxuries like...coffee. Occasionally, if there wasn't too much work, I'd offer to do something that my boss had both the time and ability for."

"Oh." Relisa said blankly.

"What's this talk about assistants from anyway?" Aissla frowned.

"Nothing." The 2 of us said quickly.


Talk-Shelly

"This case just got messier." Aissla sighed, "Why did an assassin have to get involved?"

"A-Are you going to catch Shelly?" Relisa asked, worried.

"Catch?" Aissla gave a bitter scoff, "No one has ever been able to catch him, be it in the act or anytime before or after it."

"If no one can catch him, then there's no way we can do it." I sighed.

Aissla twitch at my words. I frowned. Was she hiding something?

Move-Home


October 27, 12:15 P.M

Home

Living Room

Talk-Next Move

"You remember what Aissla said?"

"Yep. Got it all memorized." Relisa said confidently.

"Good. Now can we start the investigation already?"

"Okay."

"What's the 3rd name from the bottom?"

"Umm...Thomas Richard Matheson...III."

"Location?"

"He seems to live in Swamp Manor."

"That place?"

"Yep."

"Fine. Come on. I'll go talk to him."

"Wait, you?"

"Yeah."

"Let me do it!" Relisa cried.

"What?"

"I can do it! I have the time and ability, so let me do it." Relisa said confidently.

"N-No, I think it'd be better if I do it."

"Why?"

"Well for one, I have a degree in psychology."

"Well, I'm taking a psychology class."

"That doesn't put you above me."

"The information's fresh in my mind!"

"So?"

"So let me do it!"

Move-Swamp Manor


October 27, 12:20 P.M

Swamp Manor

Entrance

"Okay fine." I gave in once we got off the bus, "You can do the talking."

"YES!" Relisa cried, pumping her fist into the air.

"Ready?" I asked as I reached for the doorbell.

"Oh, hold on! I have to get prepared." Relisa took out a monocle and slid it over her eye, "Okay. Ready!"

"..."

"...Well?"

"What are you doing?"

"Well I'm waiting for you to push the doorbell." Relisa frowned.

"I mean what's the monocle for?"

"Oh, it's to establish a connection between the target and me. It makes them feel more comfortable talking to me."

"...Whatever." I sighed and pushed the doorbell.

The door swung open automatically.

"What youse peeps want eh?" The teen growled.

I turned to Relisa. She was standing there with a blank look. I sighed and turned to the boy, "Hi. We're looking for a Thomas Richard Matheson?"

"That's me." The teen glared at us, "Like I said, what youse peeps want?"

"Um...well..."

Relisa came to and pushed me away, quickly stashing away her monocle, "W-We're here about a Mal Verik. Know him...my homie?"

"Mal Eh?" He frowned, "Yeah I know him. Some cop right? Heard he expired."

"That's right."

"...Youse cops?" He glared at us even more intensely.

"Hell no!" Relisa cried, "We just wanna know what you know about my old drinking bud!"

He turned his glare to me.

"Same here" I said, "...uh...Insert-insult-that's-spelled-incorrectly-gramatically-incorrect-and-used-incorrectly-by-dictionary-definition-standards?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Youse peeps's are alright." He smiled, "Come on in."

I avoided looking at Relisa as we went in.

Move-Living Room


October 27, 12:20 P.M

Swamp Manor

Living Room

As we walked to the living room, a voice ran out from upstairs, "Yo, Tommy! Something wrong?"

"Just guests, Wocky!" He called back, "Just hang, I'll be right back."

" 'ight."

"'kay." Thomas sighed as he sat down, "Whatcha want to know bout Mal?"

"Nice crib." Relisa said, looking around, "Must be nice to be rich."

"Ha. So you think." He spat.


Talk-Mal Verik

"So...Thomas." I began.

"Call my Tommy."

"How bout Tom-boy?" Relisa asked, trying to keep up her facade.

Thomas shook his head.

"Ahem."

"S-So..." Relisa interrupted, "You knew Mal?"

"Knew?" Thomas scoffed, "He was the one who jailed me."

"You were an criminal?" I frowned.

"So he thought." Thomas smirked, "What he didn't know was that I had an alibi."

"What were you charged with?"

"Theft. Bastard was crazy when he caught me. Slammed me to the ground and began declaring me guilty. Lost 2 teeth that day youse knows?"

"No."

"Well, you weren't there."

"What happened afterward?" Relisa asked.

"My dad got a lawyer and he proved me not guilty."

"Do you still hold a grudge after that?"

"No Way! Although...my dad seems to be keeping a tab on Mal."

"Your dad?"

"Yeah. He was pissed that Mal arrested me."

"Enough...to kill him?"

Thomas frowned, "...What are youse saying?"

"N-Nothing!" Relisa panicked, "W-We're cool! We're cool, right Tom-b-"

"Relisa?"

"Yes?" She said sadly.

"Shut up."

"Alright. That's it. Get out of here!" Thomas said, standing up.

"Certainly." I said, taking out my coin.

"What are you going to do with that?" Relisa hissed.

I ignored her and flicked the coin at the floor.

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