Summary:
Part 2 of the investigation phase.
'Suit' of Diamonds
Thursday August 11th 2016 – 1:18 PM
Miles calmed down after his interaction with that April woman enough to disguise his disgust from his father, who merely interpreted his son's mood based on his week as a whole. Gregory talked on the phone with Ray and the conversation ended as Miles opened the photobook. They still had yet to do anything with it, and Miles inspected Phoenix's handwriting.
Gregory broke through the trance and commanded, phrased as a question but delivered as an instruction, "Are you hungry. We need to eat."
And like that, Gregory decided to make the pair lunch. Miles closed the album, but took the first note found in the puzzle box with him. He then followed Gregory into the kitchen who prepared simple noodles. "Raymond said the prosecutors are being unforthcoming with their information on Phoenix, confirming him to be the secondary suspect, as we thought."
"I did not expect much else." Miles took a seat and lightly thumbed across the letters, feeling the slight raise from the ink.
"Your tone is sounding flat."
Miles folded the note and put it in his pocket. "I do think Julia knows something about Phoenix, but she would not talk. That seems to be how this day is going, doesn't it?"
Gregory took a pause in his meal prep, then said, "And this is why it is ill-advised to defend friends and family. I am sure you are not used to this feeling, but you are too focused on what we do not have, instead of what we do. The day is not over yet, Miles. We still have time to spare."
"In less than three hours, this case will be taken out of our hands and automatically assigned to someone else. By then, it may not matter what we know."
"For Miss Ruby Frost, that is certain . . . Hmm. It does beg the question on whether they will wait for her trial or begin without first interrogating Phoenix."
"Hmm." Miles rubbed his face with both hands, lingering in the cool darkness of his palms for a moment. He allowed some light in through parted fingers, wondering what he could do now. Defense attorneys had no footing in the legal system and had to bargain or hunt for scraps. Miles realized it long ago but took it as a challenge back then. Right now, it weighed him down like an uneven scale.
Miles finally spoke, "He wouldn't deny us like Frost did, would he?"
"I cannot say what that one is thinking. Only that, if we are looking at this in the best light, Phoenix would be more on the run from White than the police. If you believe what Frost has said both to you and in 2015."
"Why did he involve himself in this in the first place?" Miles asked.
"I do not know."
Miles retreated into his hands again. If only they could at least learn one thing.
Fire alarm at 5:30.
"Did they say on the news when the murder took place?"
"We first heard it at 6:30 or so, after we finished dinner." Gregory answered.
An hour or less difference. . . Are these two events connected?
"How long does it take to travel from Bluecorp to those apartments?" Miles plugged the two into his GPS. It was about a 20-minute drive . . .
Even if Phoenix was the one who pulled that fire alarm, it doesn't give him an alibi. At 5:30, the fire alarm went off. At the earliest, he could arrive at those apartments at 5:50.
Then again, it doesn't give White one, either. Miles recognized, then stood up to go to his computer, but Gregory adamantly stopped him. "No work until after you eat."
"Hmm." Miles sat down and Gregory served food.
"You promised me at least one meal today." Gregory smiled, "Don't worry, we can discuss this case if it makes you feel better."
"Oh. Right." There was a hint of embarrassment, but only because Miles realized he forgot about that promise. Then again, we did have breakfast together . . . No, I'm not going to say anything.
#
Thursday August 11th 2016 – 1:53 PM
Miles offered to clean since his father had been doing the bulk of the cooking lately. It was just as well, since the office phone rang conveniently as they wrapped up. Gregory answered the call in the other room and Miles thought about his reflections from earlier.
The murder must have happened between 5:50 PM and . . . 6:20 PM. The news covered it rather quickly in that case, but the press has been like that recently.
Miles turned on his computer once he finished the dishes and overheard Gregory's phone call.
"Thank you for reconsidering."
A pause. Miles signed in and opened up a web browser to search for when the first article on the murder case had been reported. He filtered the results by timestamp and saw the earliest was 6:26 PM. Then it aired on the radio for his father, Ray, and Larry to hear.
"We will be by soon. Thanks." Gregory ended the call.
Assuming whoever committed the murder came from Bluecorp, Miles' estimation fell in line with his theory. As far as Frost's defense went, however, that timeline may not even matter.
I am more concerned about proving Phoenix innocent. What she said earlier was the truth.
"Miles." Gregory said. "We are going to visit Miss Frost again."
"That was her on the phone?"
"Yes. She said she was willing to talk."
#
Thursday August 11th 2016 – 2:17 PM
Miles and Gregory both sat down and waited for Frost to be escorted in. After Ruby settled in, Gregory showed her, "This article from 2015 is how I recognized your name. Let me ask you, do you sincerely believe that White of Bluecorp had a hand in both Fiona and Ursula's deaths?"
". . .Hm. Perhaps I was mistaken." She brushed her hair to the side, "Maybe you aren't such an irredeemable, vile person after all. . . . Yes. I do believe that it was White both times."
"What makes you so certain?" Gregory asked.
"Because Wright told me." She answered.
"Wright?" Miles asked, "What did he tell you?"
"You perk up at his mention, you know that Lil Red? He called to let me know he'd been had and that the apartments were no longer safe."
"When did this call occur?" Gregory asked.
"Hmm. They have my phone, but I wanna say it was 5:40 he called." She answered. "Wright thought that White would pay a visit and told me to vacate. White must've done what he set to do and ran."
Gregory asked, "You knew about White potentially visiting. Why didn't you two leave?"
"I can't really say. I knew it was around 6:20 when I finally got there. My best guess is he killed her at 6:10 or 6:15."
Miles narrowed his eyes. He felt his usual discernment cutting through and he asked, "The call came in at 5:40 but the murder didn't happen until 6:15. You had a fair amount of time to leave. If that wasn't enough, you just said that you were on your way to the apartment after receiving that call. Why?"
"Easy, Miles." Gregory warned, trying to reign in Miles's intensity.
"I wasn't there when I got that call. I could not get a hold of Fiona afterwards. I went to check in on her but when I arrived, I saw that White already fled and that she was dead. The cops came in after that and the press shortly after that." Fiona shook her head, "Vultures."
It does confirm my timeline. I didn't even have to bring it up.
"Miss Frost," Miles dropped his attitude, "Can you say with certainty that Wright was not at the apartments during this time?"
". . . Yes. I told him the apartment was clear, so he had no reason to go to it."
"Why would you do that if you and your sister were still in trouble?" Gregory asked.
"I don't need rescued. I was out on a job. But . . . I wasn't sure what Fiona was doing and couldn't get a hold of her. I left as soon as I realized she was in danger. It didn't matter, though. I was too late in the end."
"If you called the police or told Phoenix the truth," Miles began to argue, but she shook her head.
"There's nothing either could do. The police would protect White 'til the bitter end and Wright would have been too late, too. He'd be in this box with me, actually."
"Ah." Miles conceded. If she was caught, that left Phoenix to bail her out. . . is that what she thought?
"I don't care 'bout being rescued, Red. I care about him exposing White for the blackmailin', murderin' fraud that he is." Frost corrected Miles before he could speak. "I was mad earlier. Losing another sister is just more than I want to deal with and bein' blamed for it just makes me wanna scream. But . . . I think you two might be my last hope to gettin' the truth out."
"Us? Not Phoenix?" Miles questioned.
". . . I'm not sure what he'll do now, though he probably wouldn't be taken seriously. That, and he's a suspect by default. It's not like we can talk since he's trying to float through this. I haven't heard from him, obviously, since he warned me 'bout White."
"You said that 'he'd been had' earlier." Gregory nodded, "Can you describe that in more detail?"
"No. I don't really know. We just made it a point to communicate dangers to one another. He called, didn't supply a why, and I listened. That apartment wasn't safe was all I needed to know."
"What is your relationship to Wright? We are both still confused about that." Gregory asked.
"When I first met him, he was diggin' 'round Bluecorp for some reason. When we both realized the other was doing the same, we made a 'mutual pact' of sorts. He helped me, I helped him. Purely business, nothing more."
"You met him while he was searching Bluecorp?" Miles asked. "Why was he there in the first place?"
"Hmm. Dunno. Never really cared to ask."
"Really?" Miles felt himself tense, "You were doing illegal activities with a man that you barely knew and never bothered to ask for his reasons?"
"Illegal? I am a PI who's hellbent on damning that motherfucker. Nothing I do is 'illegal'. It's closer to justice than the pigs down at the station and high prosecutor's offices."
"That is a lot of venom, Miss Frost." Gregory said.
"They're useless. All of them. They even ate their own for the alter to White."
"You are talking about the rookie detective." Gregory looked him up through the article.
Ruby said, "The only detective who wasn't willing to cover for White got bit in the end. Truly. The justice system is a fraud."
Both the Edgeworths had to ignore her sentiment. "And that is why you turned to Phoenix for help? Regardless of knowing nothing about his background?" Gregory asked.
"Pops, I straight up thought the dude was a con artist at first. He talked fast and friendly, I thought he was sellin' some bogy. But after I saw the proof of what he was after, 'why' didn't matter. He was capable. Trustworthy. I weaponized that for my own benefit. If he noticed, he didn't care. If he didn't notice, he wasn't cut out for this."
"You found him trustworthy?" Gregory asked.
"I thought he was chasin' me and trying to impress. Turns out . . . he just actually cared about gettin' justice for White's victims. I suppose if you were lookin' for a 'why' he got involved with this, you'd start there."
"Vigilante justice is still illegal," Gregory said, "I will look into those offenses as well. Another lawyer under me, Raymond Shields, is better at handling those claims. We will do our part to negate these offenses to minimal severity, Miss Frost."
"Well, that's good and all. But I just mainly want White to be locked up."
"We are not prosecutors." Gregory corrected.
"Wright said that defense lawyers can flip the script and force the judge to recognize another as the guilty person if evidence lines up with it."
"He said that?" Miles was taken aback. Technically, it was true. It should not happen often; however, in most of the cases Miles picked up, it happened rather frequently.
"Yeah. I think it was his backup plan if he got caught. While I was thinkin' about it, he also said 'never trust a state appointed attorney' to do their job correctly. So I called you. Pah. He seemed to know a lot about law, to be honest."
Does he, now? Interesting. "If he had no interest in trusting a state appointed attorney, who would he have turned to?" Miles asked.
"I asked him about that after meetin' you that first time. After I annoyed it out of him, he did admit to hirin' the two of you in that scenario. This scenario, I guess."
"That's presumptuous . . ." Miles folded his arms.
"And looks who's leaping to his defense before actually talking to him! Seems like he knew who to manipulate."
Miles said nothing. Instead of engaging her ridiculous and ineffectual point, he thought about how much she would know about Phoenix. Where would he go after the apartment failed him? He then looked at the guard pretending not to listen in, standing at the door.
Even if I asked, it's not like she could just tell me. That officer would inform the others and Phoenix would be arrested before I had the chance to find him.
"I have submitted that request. A copy should be given to you on your way out . . ." Ruby said, "Now, don't waste any more time here – the trial does start tomorrow, I learned that a bit ago. Find what you need to sink that son of a bitch."
Miles didn't have to be told twice; something about learning that Phoenix would have come to him if he could elated him. He halfheartedly excused himself while Gregory gave a proper farewell, and the pair wrapped up at the detention center, then moved on to the crime scene.
#
Thursday August 11th 2016 – 3:37 PM
Traffic was pretty backed up and Miles grumbled about it, but they eventually made it to those apartments once more. This place looked like a murder happened here once a week, though Miles didn't express those thoughts. It wouldn't serve any purpose, anyway.
"Hold it, pals!" A large man with a large green trench coat and scruffy facial hair stopped them. "You can't come on unless you live here or have permission to enter."
This detective looks familiar. Hmm.
"OH! Wait, it's you two!" He said in a booming voice, evidently recognizing them as well. "Hey, how's it been?"
"Do I know you?" Miles asked. It was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite visualize the context.
"You remember don't you!?" The detective pulled off a sad and pathetic face, it was almost endearing. "You defended me several years back!"
A past client. Oh. I think I remember now.
". . . Yes. I see it now. You were the detective that was accused of double homicide in the defendant lobby. Detective . . ." What was his name?
"Gumshoe, sir! Detective Dick Gumshoe, at your service! What do you guys need?"
Gregory still had not recalled it, but nodded along, "Oh. Sure. Detective, we are here to investigate the crime scene on behalf of the accused."
"Really? Uh . . . I mean, you guys helped me in the past and all, but I'm really not supposed to let you in on our secrets. Especially because that witness was really chatty. Uhh! I mean, there are no witnesses!"
Oh, goodness. This one is very loose lipped. I wonder if I can politely twist it out of him?
"Do not worry, Detective. We can manage on our own . . . I see that you are keeping a lookout for residents only. Tell me. Are most of them home?" Miles asked.
"Oh. Yeah, mostly. We're keeping a close eye on the ones especially on the third floor. Uuh. Not for any real reason in particular, no."
"Thank you, Detective. If you will excuse us."
Miles and Gregory climbed up the familiar steps while putting on rubber gloves in preparedness. Gregory finally asked, "Who was that? I cannot recall."
"A few years ago, there was a double homicide at the courthouse. Remember that girl, Kay?"
"Kay? Okay? Okay what?"
"No. Her name was 'Kay'. Just 'Kay'. Her father was a prosecutor and one of the victims."
"Oh, that's right. Faraday and the . . . defendant, whose name I cannot recall, either."
"That's all right. It isn't important. That detective was the one we defended." Miles reminded him.
Gregory finally remembered it, details shaky, but still there nonetheless. "Yes. What a day that was."
Though it took some frustrations and time, Miles and Gregory could finally search the crime scene. The day ticked away, so they began their examination immediately. The murder happened right in the main part, indicated by a white outline in front of the work desk.
Beside the taped outline of the body was another outline. "Murder weapon?" Miles asked.
"More than likely. It must be out with forensics already."
Miles eyes went to the table and examined it. "The rod is gone. It was about the same length as that tape."
"Ah. So, the metal rod was the murder weapon, then."
"Hmm." Miles mentally noted the information. "We might be able to squeeze more information from that detective . . ."
Gregory sighed and shook his head. After a brief pause, he said, "I think that the prosecution and detectives must have sent most of the crime scene details to be examined more thoroughly at this point. Let us stay here a moment and learn what we can, first."
"Understood. The front door is busted. Whoever murdered Fiona did not have a key. Wouldn't that automatically disqualify Ruby as a suspect?"
"Perhaps. There is a chain deadbolt, so perhaps not. I see pieces of it on the floor."
". . .Noted."
Even with the key, forced entry was necessary.
"I do not think that the perpetrator had a lot of time to do much more. But we can search the other rooms, if you would like." Gregory said.
"We should, since we are here."
"You can check the bathroom and I will look at the bedroom. Ruby's equipment should be at the precinct, but I wonder if Fiona's is still here." Gregory said. Miles followed the instructions and went to the deadbolted bathroom. It, too, was busted open.
Ah. This one was not a chain bolt so Ruby would have had no reason to bust this one in.
Miles went inside the bathroom and found what he expected – darkroom equipment. What he did not find, however, were photographs or film – so they must have been stolen or taken by police . . . he turned to leave but happened to see one roll that fell on the floor.
It was labeled 'PW/GV'. An odd label, but perhaps it was one of Ruby's cases?
"A busted bathroom door seems more believable. Fiona's equipment is not here, either. Whether or not the police have it or someone stole it is debatable." Gregory answered once Miles told him what he found. "PW/GV. I wonder what that means."
"I am not sure." Miles said, "I suppose since the police overlooked it, we should just keep this bit to ourselves. It's a shame we can't develop it, though." Time restraints and manipulation of evidence.
"If Phoenix reaches out to us, he might be able to explain it. Ah. PW are his initials. Maybe that roll belongs to him."
"Phoenix Wright / GV. Any thoughts on what GV stands for?" Miles asked.
"I doubt it stands for gravity velocity, which is about all I can come up with. Hm. If it's a client of his, then perhaps it stands for 'Phoenix Wright' as the film owner, and GV as his client's initials. It's an easy way of remembering which client belongs to which PI. I assume that is what Phoenix is, since Frost mentioned herself as one."
PI. Private Investigators. That's possible. A client-based profession that would utilize camera shots and darkrooms like this. "Very plausible. That would explain a lot of Phoenix's shadier movements." Miles agreed.
"Well, let us see if we can't ask the witnesses what they might have seen or heard." Gregory said. As they stepped out of the apartment, they found a man in a very shiny, purple tunic over white dhoti facing an older man in a large pink sweater.
"The purple diamonds! I saw him! He ran and ran and ran once that poor girl screamed. Purple suite of diamonds." The man in the pink sweater rambled.
"Sir. You are causing a disturbance." The man in the Hindu clothes was very much of the same background. His brown hair was neatly braided down his back. He was clean shaven and stern looking; his voice carried that same tone. "Please return to your boarding."
"Purple suite. Diamonds." He gibbered to himself and the Hindu man noticed the Edgeworths once the unstable older man went back to his apartment.
"And who let you bunch in?" The man asked. Miles already despised this person.
Gregory answered. "I am sorry, we did not see you before. Are you one of the detectives?"
"No. I am the prosecutor. And you are?"
Ah. So, this is who we will be facing tomorrow.
"The defense for Frost." Gregory said, sensing standoffish behavior.
". . .Aruna Purohit."
"Gregory Edgeworth."
Miles didn't feel like it, but he gave his name as well. Aruna left without another word and a detective stood out front of where the mumbling man from before went.
"Hmm. A purple 'suit' of diamonds. That sounds awfully familiar, don't you think?" Gregory said.
"Sounds like someone saw White. Not a deck of cards." Miles concurred.
"I am willing to bet that Mr. Purohit will not be calling that witness to testify. But we might need him to, if we want to place White here."
"Ah. What a mess!" An different older man said as he climbed the stairs. The detective stopped him, but the man just yelled, "I'm the landlord! I have a right to know what's going on with my properties."
"Ah. The landlord. That might be promising." Gregory said. "Excuse me, sir. Can I trouble you a moment?"
"Hm? What do you want?" He was graying and wore rugged attire.
"Are you able to tell us about the people living in 3C?"
"Oh. The guy isn't here all that much, but half the damn underworld is. Those sisters fought all week, from the complaints I've gotten. I left them a noise complaint on Wednesday and haven't heard a peep since."
"The sisters were arguing? Do you know why?" Miles asked.
"Don't know, don't care. Look, this area isn't the greatest. I try to keep it clean, but things happen. Besides, that Wright fella paid the entire year upfront. Now. I am not supposed to allow that . . . but damn. That's 9-grand upfront. Kid's got cash. Where that cash comes from, I don't know."
"Did you say 9-grand? As in 9,000 dollars?" Miles was stunned by this information. Sure, with the right budgeting and career, cash like that could be dropped willy-nilly. But according to Wright's employment that should be impossible for him.
"Were the sisters on the lease?" Gregory asked.
"If he wants to keep those sisters on his property, who am I to argue with the green bills he gave me?"
". . . Is that a no?" Miles asked, wanting the answer in plain English.
"No. Those sisters weren't on it. I knew of the one for months, but damn, he got two? He's like, a hero."
Miles sighed. More sex starved morons. Larry was greatly disappointed when Phoenix said their relationship was a 'partnership' and nothing more. Ruby said the same thing when we visited. Should I ruin this guy's day with that same information?
"You only knew of the one?" Miles asked, deciding against that last inclination. "Can you elaborate on that?"
"I seen her come and go all the time, but the other one was new to me. When I dropped the complaint request to quiet down, I saw both sisters. One I seen all the time – unless they just look that much alike, I don't really know. No. No. The one I don't see often looks different. I think she's the one who – you know. Anyway, I can't believe the fella or the sister would kill that girl."
"What were the sisters doing?" Miles asked.
"Just talking and smoking on the balcony. They were too pretty for me to get my words out, so I just slipped it under their door later when they weren't there."
"Did you hear what about?"
"Too busy looking at their – uh – faces to bother listening."
"Thank you for the information, sir." Gregory said. "I have another question about the man who lives in 3D. The one that officer is blocking off."
"Ah. That's . . . uh, Yogi. Poor man got his brains all scrambled up but I don't know much about him, other than lives with his wife and owns a fishing boat business out on Gordy Lake or whatever."
"Yogi? That name sounds familiar. No. It must be a coincidence." Gregory said to himself. "Have any of the residence said anything else about what happened?"
"Polly Yogi called the police then the office after she heard a scream. Yogi, the one you just saw, keeps yammering about a purple suite of cards. Who knows what that's supposed to mean."
"What time did you receive the call?"
"I've been asked that so many times today, it's ridiculous. But 6:15."
"Thank you. Do you know if Polly is home?" Gregory asked.
"I think I saw her ride along with an officer earlier."
"Again, thank you for the information." Gregory smiled. Miles and Gregory left and once they were alone on the stairs, Gregory said, "Polly is the witness they will call forward. They may be telling her to disregard what her husband saw and rely on the fact that the sisters were arguing to base their argument against Frost."
"None of them seem like they have any ill will toward Ruby or Phoenix. Just misinformation." Miles stated. They saw Gumshoe again and Miles asked, "Detective. Are you able to part with some information? It would be very beneficial to our case."
"Well . . . I am grateful to you, sirs. I just don't know if I can . . ." Gumshoe scratched the back of his head, "Argh. I'm not gonna say no . . . but I might not be able to say much."
Gregory asked this time, "Are you able to share the autopsy details? We are late to observing the body or the murder weapon."
"Yeah, forensics took both away a bit ago. Uh. From memory, the pole was used to bash in the back of her neck and there was a trace of blood from the pressure on the weapon. They wanted to inspect it closer. We should know the specifics by tomorrow . . ."
"You do not have the autopsy results back yet?" Miles asked, "I would have thought such a thing would be done quickly."
"Well, uh, the thing is, sirs, is that Mr. Purohit already yelled at me for lettin' you in. I mentioned that I gave the report out to another detective who was curious and he didn't like that, either. There's a few copies available but I don't want to get in trouble again."
". . . Understandable." Gregory navigated, then asked, "Can you state the estimated time of death?"
"Mmmm. Oh. Uhhh. Yes! The first call to the police came in at 6:13 PM yesterday. Everyone here heard a scream then the witness said he saw a strange man running down the steps – AH! Disregard that last part!"
I want this detective to be on all of our cases. This is way too convenient. "Thank you, Detective Gumshoe." Miles smiled in earnest. Sometimes Miles even appreciated when the answers came freely. It was welcomed after all this tooth pulling just for a taste of the truth.
"I guess I'll see the both of you tomorrow, sirs." Gumshoe pouted again. Maybe he feared the backlash of talking with the Edgeworths. Regardless, they decided to call it at the crime scene and return to the offices.
#
Thursday August 11th 2016 – 5:09 PM
"That took a chunk of our time," Gregory said as he checked the office clock, "But I think we at least have some groundwork for tomorrow."
"Hey guys." Larry said and Missile wagged his tail on the couch beside him. "So. Jules took a train to her family. I dunno what's up with her today, but she seemed worried."
"If you actually allowed me talk to her, I might have figured out why. I believe she saw more yesterday than she wanted to talk about." Miles rebutted.
". . . Yeah. Sorry." Larry returned to the television, officially ending that topic. Missile greeted him again, coming up to Miles and sitting in front of him.
"Hey, Missile." Miles saw a note sticking out from his collar and read it. There was a business card within the note that read, 'Sorry I couldn't help earlier. Maybe this can. – J.'
The business card was an address and phone number for Gervais Verrier. That was a name somewhat familiar to him and it took a moment for it to click. He was one of the ones who agreed to sign Larry out without any repercussions. Gervais Verrier. GV. PW/GV.
Miles thought of that film roll. Could that be a coincidence? Phoenix Wright, Gervais Verrier, Julia (whatever her last name was), and Bluecorp. He discussed this with his Father and they called both numbers listed, to no avail. Miles ultimately headed out to make a house visit.
"Take Missile with you and call me if you run into any problems. I do not know what Mr. Verrier has in store for you, but since he works for Bluecorp, be very careful with your wording." Gregory lectured. "If you see White there at all you get out as soon as possible. Do not engage that man."
"Yes, Father. Are you sure you are okay with me doing this alone?" Miles asked.
"You are at the stage where you don't need my constant watch. I can't see why White would target you at this point in our investigation, but keep an eye on your surroundings at all time and be very cautious. I will learn from Ray if he has anything new."
"Okay. If you are sure." Miles hesitantly left the office, but once he and Missile were outside, his determination amazed him. He set his GPS for the home address listed and drove.
Notes:
Some familiar faces show up / are mentioned. The defending Gumshoe is a variant of an investigations 1 case. Where it happens with Gregory and Miles, instead of Miles and Franziska. Still trying to figure out how to fit in the Von Karmas.
Needed a prosecutor so I invented one (partially used a randomizer to come up with traits). Experimenting with different backgrounds.
And like last chapter, please ask if anything is confusing. Trying not to information overload but also pick up the pace. I wanted to get to the chapter after this soon :)
