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Now that I have completed revisions, I can now mark this story as complete. I added two new chapters so that's why things might look weird as you've noted I've just re-added old chapters. FFN doesn't make it easy to rearrange so, if you're confused as to what's going on that's your explanation!
AN: Well, y'all we're back! Hope you guys are safe and well wherever you might be. Hope your Thanksgiving was good and that your Christmas is just as good if not better! This chapter...well it deals with the true beginning of the end, tying up some loose ends. The next chapter will be the last official chapter. As always, thanks for reading, reviewing, faving and following for so long. It means a lot! Hope you enjoy!
bwburke94: It just might be...
OBSERVER01: Lol, sorry but it was the best place to end...but enjoy now!
GlaresThatKill: Well, we know Phoenix overtly heroic...I'm glad it can help you during difficult times :).
DJJ680: Haha that's true Phoenix is pretty damn lucky considering all the stuff he's been through.
ZerothMask: Yup, Phoenix getting seriously hurt needs to happen at some point as it always does lol. Haha didn't realize Dante was that much of a punk. Cool! Hope you enjoy what's next!
JordanPhoenix: Lol could be. I think you're better at coming up withe pun names than me. That would be a terrifying contest...it makes me think Maya would be great at Mukbang videos. Next career if being a master of Kurain doesn't work out. Of course, thanks for taking the time to review, it's very much appreciated. Lol it was the moment I've dreamed of writing since the early conception of the story. KAPLOW to Phoenix muahaha.
June 3rd, 6:37 PM
Hicksfield Clinic
My heart was still pounding.
Once I entered the building I rushed straight to the front desk asking for Wright.
"You can't see Mr. Wright now as he's under going surgery in critical condition. I'll have someone take you down to the waiting room," the woman at the front sent for a nurse.
When I heard the news from Franziska... I didn't want to believe it. But I sped down to the clinic from the prosecutor's office without hesitation. How could Wright have been shot...especially now?
The male nurse showed up after a minute or so and led me through double doors and down a couple of hallways to a glass waiting room. From the outside, I saw Franziska and Detective Badd inside. I thanked him and walked inside.
"Miles Edgeworth!" Franziska stood up as soon I as I entered the room, glaring daggers. "You're late!"
"I came as soon as I could-"
She surprisingly whipped the ground and not my person. "This is...this is disgraceful. Who is the foolishly foolish fool who..." It was with a sigh she clutched the whip and folded her arms.
When Franziska had called me, I figured it would be another argument about the case. I couldn't have guessed that Wright was... Yet again, I was in a position where I didn't want to believe it. That yet another terrible thing had happened to someone I cared about.
There were no words. It was as though, they had been all sucked out of me by a hoover. I was sick to my stomach. At this rate, I wondered if I would be hospitalized myself since I was steadily growing sick and tired of people I cared about getting hurt.
It felt surreal, like some sort of sick joke. But Franziska wasn't the joking kind and would never have such poor taste...so when she frantically called me demanding to come to hospital I had no choice to arrive.
"...I know it was a difficult sight, kid, but you need to calm yourself," Detective Badd said as he watched her from his chair, mirror in hand. Franziska responded by shutting her eyes and clutching hard onto her shoulder.
With the nausea rising, I cleared my throat. It was rare I was this anxious about anything but...I had to ask.
"What happened?" I asked, not really to anyone in particular.
Franziska remained quiet, perhaps still trying to soothe herself. Badd was the one who spoke.
"The kid was going out. She took a step outside and saw Wright face down in the ground in front of the station. She called for an ambulance and got the rest of us. Seeing as we were working the same case, I took charge of the scene for that moment."
He raised the mirror a little higher. "...It wasn't pretty. Whoever got him, they were very close. Too close. The blood...there was a lot of it."
I held my left arm. I didn't like where this was going...but I had to find the truth, even if it was yet another truth I'd prefer to look away from. "...Where was he shot?"
The detective didn't respond. In fact, the rather gruff man didn't even look at me.
"Where?" I repeated.
"...The head." Franziska started to cry. "It was the head."
"What...?" My eyes went wide. I sank into a nearby chair, feeling weak. Wright...Wright it can't be. It can't be. A headshot...?
(Surviving that would be...)
"That foolishly foolish fool...was shot point blank in the back of the head," she sniffed. "I...tried to get him awake. But he did not respond. There was a pool of blood around him and I..." she was trembling, tightly clutching her shoulder yet again.
She didn't really need to say anymore than that. Without a doubt, Franziska had been horrified and most likely scared. There was a possibility whoever shot Wright was still in the area...and to be so brazen to do this in front of the police station...
(Whoever did this clearly was confident in themselves and had little regard for the authorities.)
"I...see." My mouth dry, I forced myself to speak. "Did your investigation turn anything up?"
"Not much so far. They're still looking it into, but we did collect a shell casing and some footprints to be analyzed. Nothing too definitive, but something is better than nothing."
It was probably too much to hope that they had found someone nearby.
I hated doing this. I've spent too many times in hospitals having to ask these questions. I could still hang on to hope if the next answer I got was good.
"What are the doctors saying?" I hesitantly asked. I hadn't seen anyone after just coming in, only some nurses.
Franziska still red in the face, but drying her eyes, spoke. "The foolish doctors said it was...uncertain if Phoenix Wright would...survive. Surgery would have to go well before anything was fully determined about his condition as the bullet...is still lodged into his head."
(Wright...if there's anyone who can survive something like this, it's you. You have to pull through this...otherwise...otherwise...)
I wouldn't know what to do.
"They said...there was a big chance that even if the surgery went well, there was no guarantee Phoenix Wright would be Phoenix Wright."
"What...do you mean by that?"
"There is the possibility of being a vegetable. He may not be able to walk or speak or breathe by himself..."
"Ngh..." I shook my head. "That...can't happen. There's no possible way..."
There was no one that my...closest friend would just be a shell or a vessel of what he used to be. I just couldn't fathom. Would that truly be survival? Would it truly be living? I...It just couldn't come to that. I...refused to accept it. It couldn't happen, at least...not until the end. Not until I couldn't deny the reality anymore in the aftermath.
Wright didn't deserve this. And I swore I would find whoever did this to him...
...But this brought on a whole another set of problems beyond wondering the status of Wright's life. The final day of the trial was supposed to be tomorrow. And if Wright was in the hospital, obviously he couldn't defend.
Franziska probably noticed the look on my face, as she sighed. "You are probably wondering about the trial. I already contacted the judge about it and suggested we call a mistrial but..." She scowled.
"But?"
"I am told that court cannot call a mistrial unless the attorney is dead. Therefore, in this case...the trial will continue on. However, tomorrow it is postponed until the following day."
"So in other words, if Lyn wants a new lawyer she needs to find one tomorrow," I said folding my arms.
"Yes," Franziska nodded. "Though, under this circumstance...I am unsure who would be willing to defend."
Dammit...This wasn't ideal. Not by a long shot. Right when we were so close to obtaining the truth. Perhaps this was the reason behind this shooting. It had to be.
"I'll start looking tonight," I exhaled running a hand through my hair. "...In a worst case scenario, I will defend her myself."
"...I see," she said contemplatively. "If it comes down to that, remember another judge would be required."
I nodded. As I recalled, we could just ask for the judge's brother as he was the only one who didn't know I was actually a prosecutor. I cast a glance at Badd who was now sucking on his lollipop. The detective just shrugged. "I'm a detective not a lawyer. You've shown you can be trusted, so I don't care what you do."
(I'm glad he won't get in the way if it comes to that.)
But it was just one possibility out of a few.
Just like the number of possibilities about Wright's condition.
The air hung heavy in the room, and it made me feel we were like wet soggy clothes cruelly hung out to dry in the cold. And just when I thought this was all of horrific things we had to deal with today, I realized there was one more dreadful result of this debacle.
Grudgingly, I took out my phone, clutching it in my hand for the longest time. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to be the one...
Yet, I flipped it open and dialed the number, feeling something caught in my throat as I listened to the dial tone.
Until it was replaced by a chipper voice on the other end. "Hello?"
"Maya...It's Edgeworth," I began slowly.
"Ah! Mr. Edgeworth? It's been awhile, huh? What's going on? Did you find any cool Steel Samurai figures?"
I hated this so much. I did not want to be the one to take her smile away. Wright could be an imbecile at times in his personal life, but at least he knew how to treat the girl and keep her happy. And after everything that's happened so far with her, I sincerely wished for her happiness. None of this was ideal. Swallowing hard, I began. "I'm afraid I have to deliver some bad news."
"Oh..." the bubbly voice quickly deflated. "...What is it?"
"It's about Wright..." I paused. "H-he's been shot."
She gasped. "W-w-what?! Nick? Shot? Oh my God...Is he alright? Tell me, he's alright!"
"I...he's in critical condition. It's serious," My lips started to tremble. "We're hoping everything will turn out okay, but...if you can come to the Hicksfield Clinic, I think it'd be for the best."
"Poor Nick..." I thought I heard her sniffle. "I...I'll be there as soon as I can! I'll need to take the girls, but I'll be there! Because...because Nick has to be okay."
"Yes...I agree," I said. It was a weak agreement, but without a doubt I shared the same sentiment. "...Goodbye for now."
"...Bye."
I exhaled deeply after I heard the other end click. I was not so used to such emotionally charged situations, but it would be improper to leave her in the dark about this especially when it came to the adopted child Wright would sometimes leave with her.
I had no plans of leaving anytime soon, so the odds were I'd encounter her whenever she arrived a few hours from now, depending on the train schedule. Words couldn't describe this sick gnawing I had in the pit of my stomach. Franziska and Badd were quiet, thinking to themselves. And I followed suit shortly after, adding to the deafening silence of the room.
If Wright were around now, I'm sure he would have said something reassuring to help calm my nerves regardless of whether it worked or not.
And did I ever wish for it.
June 3rd, 8:28 PM
Detention Center
I knew it.
I knew after Phoenix left the detention center after our conversation...I just knew something bad was gonna happen.
Pacing the length of the cramped gray room over and over, I couldn't relax. There was nothing in here but a bed, bench, and toilet. Visiting hours were over and there were no phone calls allowed at this time either.
I kicked one of the legs of the bed. "Dammit... Why is it turning out like this?"
I told him to let it go. Told him to drop it. If he had done that, then maybe...No, it was impossible. Phoenix Wright was a hero, to the reckless extreme. This was the same man who would cross a burning bridge to rescue someone. He wasn't the type to give up no matter how dire the circumstances.
And now… I choked back the tears as best I could.
When they had brought my meal for the evening, I'd heard then. That my lawyer had been shot right outside the police station. No updates, other than he was in critical condition and rushed to the hospital.
I left the tray of slop on the bench. How the hell could I eat after hearing that? How could I do anything after that?
Not like I could do anything in reality being in this cell, without a way to contact anyone. But would I? I'd have to explain the situation Gumshoe was in and Seeker...they had eyes and ears everywhere. I didn't know who to trust. Or not. And considering Phoenix was shot right after our conversation...I had good reason to keep my mouth shut.
Eventually, my legs started to tire out and I took a seat on the rock of a mattress.
(Please be alive...if you die…)
It would be all my fault. All of this was only happening because I tried to alter the past. At this rate it would have been better to let Kristoph destroy Phoenix's reputation for 7 years. He would have been miserable perhaps, but at least he was guaranteed his life.
I couldn't say that for sure now. I couldn't guarantee anything now…
"It's over," she said.
I whipped my head in the direction of the voice I didn't want to hear. My heart sank. Not now. "You're back."
"Yes, and I've decided. It's time," OG said, folding her arms.
Suddenly, I felt hot. The beads of sweat began to form on my brow. "You...you can't be serious."
"This situation is irrevocable," she said matter of fact. "Phoenix Wright has been shot and who knows if he'll make it or not. And to make matters worse, he was our lawyer. Our last hope."
"W-well, I can get another lawyer."
"I respect that you gave this a try to fix everything, but…" She shook her head. "If you get another lawyer, in the case that they are actually willing to risk their lives...who's to say the same thing won't happen? Not only to them, but quite possibly someone else on that list. Or perhaps, even you. You already know what the best option is for now."
I grimaced. I hated how right she was. With Phoenix hospitalized, it wasn't looking good for him or the case. If we pushed anymore, I was afraid someone else would get hurt. And because of that…
...I had to accept the sentence and go to jail.
"There's no way out of this. You're going down for this," OG basically reiterated.
"You don't think I know that?" I nearly growled. "Of course, I know that...but do you really think I would just lay down and let you take my life without a fight?"
The second she called on them to do the switch...it was done for me. There was no returning home. No seeing Mom or Dad. No seeing any of my friends. No cat. No real world, boring happenings. No seeing what the next game would be like...I'd be here. Living the game for the rest of my life. Any other time I would have thought it was cool, but going to jail and being unsure if Phoenix would live...or if others would be under attack from some shady organization…
I guessed it would have been bad if I just ditched the other Lyn in this mess and went back to my home. But I would be lying to say that's something I wouldn't do right now. ...Unfortunately for me, I had already made the agreement in the after life. And I couldn't undo it.
I couldn't undo any of this.
"That's fair," she closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, but going to jail was never a part of my plan."
It was a stupid question, but I needed to ask it anyway. "So you're really just going to do it?"
"That was the arrangement, yes," she said, adjusting her glasses. "I've watched long enough and given you a chance to fix it, but you're in too deep."
From her pocket, she pulled out the silver whistle.
The bitch.
I sighed, bracing myself for the inevitable. "...Just treat everyone well, alright? And take the stick out of your ass. They'll all think you're mental acting like that."
"Fine," she said hesitantly pressing her lips to the whistle. It let out a sharp shrill sound. "...Good luck."
(Good riddance.)
What luck? I was probably the unluckiest person in the world. Before I could further dwell on this mess, I saw her fading away...like images from old photographs, until there was nothing of her left.
Just me again.
Just me to figure out what the fuck comes next.
With nothing else to do again, I laid down on the bed and went to sleep.
Time?
Location?
The skies are red and gray. It's hot. I'm walking on hard ground, kicking rocks.
I cough. All I can taste is smoke in the air.
Walking, trying to get away from the plumes of smoke that covers the area like a fog, I pause.
It's pointless. All this walking without seeing or knowing where I'm going...where am I even going?
How long does it take to get to nowhere?
"Lyn?" coughs a voice I haven't heard in a long time. "W-what's going on?"
It's too much smoke to see where Mia was, just using my ears I can tell she's not too far away though.
"What's going on is absolutely nothing because I'm 100% fucked. This whole plan is fucked!"
"What do you mean…?" her voice wavering. "I haven't been able to contact you for a while-"
"Let me catch you up to speed. I died. Came back to life. Made agreement with the original me to fix the big mess we were in or else she'd take my old life back. Got hallucinations. I'm being charged with two murders, Phoenix, who was defending me, just got shot by a dark organization and the other me just took my body," I remark, kicking a rock away as hard as I could.
"What…" she gasps.
"And I don't know if he's going to survive. I'm definitely going to jail for two murders I didn't do and the Dark Age will be well on its way to starting because of it. Oh, yeah and Kristoph is one of the dead people I'm accused of murdering."
She doesn't speak for a long time.
"God...That's awful. I'm sorry Lyn."
The smoke clears, slowly and a few feet away I can see the woman who got me into this mess.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I ever listened to you about coming here in the first place!" I point my finger at her. "Sorry my ass! If I knew things would take this bad a turn I would have left Phoenix's badge alone! Now, he might die and I'm going to jail!"
Mia frowns, biting down on her lip partially. "I told you there would be risks and that we wouldn't know what would happen after you stopped the badge-"
"And look where we are! Just like your psycho aunt, we should have just left this stuff alone! ...And I can't go home now. I can't peace out and act like it didn't happen because I'm in so deep I can't see anyway I'll crawl out of this hole!" I raise my hands up into the crackling red sky. I almost want to punch her. Why the heck did I go along with this?
"Have you gotten a new lawyer?" she asks, folding her arms in thought. "There's no way court can be held if your defense is…"
I scoff at her attempt to be helpful. "Are you kidding me? It just happened and the detention center is closed. I'm not getting a new lawyer."
"Lyn, you can't let yourself go to prison for something you didn't do-"
"I am not getting anymore blood on my hands by hiring another lawyer to get shot. This organization has threatened the police for this verdict...if I keep fighting for my innocence who knows who else will go down? Hell, even I could die next…"
"I see...I'm sorry, Lyn. I really am," she winces. It's clear she doesn't know what to do in this situation. "The only thing I could recommend is going along with it for now and then appealing later."
Maybe? I don't know anymore. Will it be worth it? Would it be pointless?
"Can't you send me back? Before this all started."
"...I can't."
"Why? Why not? You somehow brought me here before."
"That required an excess of energy, one that I don't have now. It would take at least another ten years to be able to do something like that again."
It was desperate. But what more can I do? I can't say I didn't exhaust all hopes.
"In that case. I guess this is goodbye," I say, feeling the bitterness on my tongue. "I saved Phoenix's badge. That was the main goal. And you can't really help me now so...let's not meet again."
"...I understand. I'm sorry. Just remember...a lawyer doesn't cry until it's all over. Phoenix is a tough guy, he won't give up his life so easily. Even if he can't be your lawyer now...get another one. Someone you can trust and understands your intentions if you think it's better to appeal the verdict later."
"I'll think about it…"
When I woke up, I reached in my pocket. I pulled the magatama and looked at it one last time.
Its once vibrant green color had lost its shine.
Forcing myself up from the hard bed, I stood in front of the toilet.
No turning back now.
Plop, was the sound it made as I dropped it in the water. I pressed the button on the side to flush and watched as it was sucked away. Kinda like life now.
Though, she told me lawyers shouldn't cry until it was all over...
...I was crying anyway.
June 4th, 10:00 AM
Detention Center
"You have a visitor."
At those words, I sighed from the stone bed I was on and stood up. After breakfast and questioning a few hours ago, there was nothing to do, but stare at the stupid wall and think of all my mistakes leading up to this. The guard escorted me out of the cell, past a few other holding cells down the hall and into the sardine can of a room that connected you somewhat to the outside world.
(It's probably just Miles...)
In any other circumstance I would have been glad to see him, but...Phoenix being shot just felt like it was my fault. I fidgeted with my hands as I entered the room with the door slamming behind me. Shuffling over to the chair, I struggled to lift my head up to peer through the glass. I didn't want to look at him. There was just no way...
"...Hello, Lyn."
(What...?)
My head whipped up, my eyes wide. It was a rather deep voice unusually lacking it's sardonic tone. "Ray...?" Why was Ray here of all people?
In a surprising show of respect, he removed the hat from his head and bowed as he placed it over his chest. Getting over the slight surprise, I sat upright in the metallic chair that was still cold.
"What are you doing here?"
"Miles wanted me to make a proposal. He also wanted me to tell you that he'd be down soon," he said placing the hat back on his poofy head of hair. "Right now the poor guy is still at the hospital."
"A proposal?" I had an inkling of what it was, but I didn't want to think of it. "Sorry, I'm not interested in marriage. The first time was awful and you're not my type."
Ray just rolled his eyes at me, and I mean, I would have done the same. "Uncle Ray wouldn't dream of being around a brat like you."
"Yeah, you're old as dirt," I smirked. I wasn't sure why, but bullying him right now did make me feel slightly better. "You should stop calling yourself uncle and just make it grandpa, you know."
That got to him, as he raised his hands up in, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead coming down. "Hey now, 36 isn't old."
"It is when you look like you belong at a disco," I laughed.
"You're only jealous of these luxurious locks," Ray said with a smirk of his own. But just as quickly, he extended a hand as his expression turned more serious. "Look, you and I both know what I meant by that."
I didn't respond. I really didn't want to...
"I'm sorry about what happened to Wright."
I was sorry too. I was the most sorry in the whole wide world. If I could go back, I would stop myself from making such a poor decision to fix something that didn't need to be fixed in the first place.
"H...How is he?" I asked, shivering.
"He was shot point blank in the head, so honestly, not all that hot."
My stomached flipped like the way you flip a pancake. Rubbing my arms, I somehow felt even colder than I did before. Fuck.
(If he's still alive now...maybe he's lucky enough to pull through?)
To think of the alternative...I would never forgive myself if that happened.
Ray pressed his hat on his head. "After that, I'm very certain that no one will want to take this case and you'll be left with a public defender."
I sighed. Of course not. Who in their right mind would? I wouldn't risk my life for a job. It was better than nothing ultimately.
"So, you obviously know I came to offer my service."
"...Why? Is it only because Miles asked you to?"
"Well...I've always believed that everyone is entitled to a defense no matter what their circumstances may be," Ray said. "And I trust Miles."
My heart was sinking.
"No," I said coldly, as I started to turn away from him. This was a terrible idea.
Ray put his hands up. "Woah, you didn't even think about it-"
"I did," I said. "And the answer is no. You won't defend me."
"I know you didn't do it. The circumstances here are too fishy," the attorney pointed.
"It doesn't matter," I shrugged. This was an unwinnable situation. "Whether I'm guilty or innocent doesn't matter, I'll be guilty anyway."
"What?"
"Do not. Take. This. case," I growled facing him directly so he'd get the message through his thick skull. "It should be clear as to why. I don't want anymore hurt on my behalf."
He stroked his chin. "So you're willing to take the fall for this."
"I have no other choice," wincing, I pressed my fingers into my temples. If I kept asking for help, no telling what Seeker was going to do next.
"But you do-"
"Would you shut up with that?" I lashed out, slamming my hand on the table. "There's no...freaking way!" It was impossible. I was gonna go down for this and it was going to be the end of it. Anything else would be too uncertain, too risky, too dangerous. The hot tears were rolling down my cheeks. I tried to brush them away, but they had already gone noticed.
"...I'd offer you a hug, but seeing as how glass is in the way how bout tomorrow?" Ray asked with both arms stretched out, grinning like a buffoon.
"W-what?" I blinked, but then folded my arms. "Don't be a moron. You're not going to take this case."
"Uncle Ray is no fool. He can see when someone's hands are tied. That's what really is going on isn't it?"
I didn't dare answer, not with those security cameras watching. But just like the investigation games, this guy was as sharp as tack.
"And whoever is doing it, has tried to have your last attorney fried because they were getting too close to figuring out the truth."
"Don't do this, please," I pleaded. The last thing I seriously wanted was yet another person taken out.
"It's not right," the attorney said. "I've watched people rot in jail for years for something they didn't do. And what would Miles think?"
It'd hurt, but he'd deal with it. It was selfish, but for me it was a better alternative than him or anyone else getting hurt or...
"Man," I shook my head. "Why don't you just buzz off? You...you're just as annoying as you are in court."
"H-hey-" he put his hands up in protest.
"But if lawyerpants really insists..." I began thinking. Dude was like a fly being so persistent here, probably because of his past baggage and how Miles put him up to it. The odds were he wouldn't go away until I agreed he could defend me. And maybe he could...but with a twist. It was my only way out of this mess. "...then take the case. However, I have two requests you must fulfill if you're going to be my lawyer."
"And what's that?"
I raised one finger up. "First, you will change the plea to guilty and allow the verdict to pass as such."
"What-"
I put up the other finger. "Second, you will not tell Miles about anything we discussed here, other than how I said okay to you being my lawyer."
"I can't do that."
Folding my arms, I smirked. I had the upper hand now. "Then don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"There's no way I'm changing the verdict to guilty."
"Okay. I mean, you don't need to," I shrugged, considering the other possibilities. "You can still plead not guilty. But...just throw the case."
He was sweating bullets. "You can't be serious. Just how badly do you want to go to jail?"
"Jeezus. I'm tired of all you lawyers trying to be heroes!" I rolled my eyes. "You already said it, but this...is a dangerous situation. Worse comes to worse, I'd rather go to jail and ask to reopen the case later on, so, you know no one else gets shot in the head. Like you. And honestly...I doubt you could win tomorrow even if you continued to plead not guilty."
"Why do you think that? Think Uncle Ray can't defend well?" the man asked tongue in cheek.
"Shockingly, no," I shook my head. "Phoenix was getting closer to the truth...but I'm not sure he was quite there. Yesterday's trial only revealed that there was another person on the scene, but we don't know who. That's one of the things he was supposed to figure out. If he did, there was no way he could tell us now. And you know how that goes in court."
It's always an uphill battle for the defense and in this scenario where Ray wouldn't even manage to have all the pieces of the puzzle that Phoenix may or may not have had...I didn't see this working out in my favor. And at this point, I was just ready to cut my losses.
"Hm...I'll tell you what," he began, pressing a hand down over his hat. "I'll try to pick up where he left off. If I don't find anything new by the time the detention center closes for visitors, I'll consider your initial request. But only as a last resort."
"Fair enough. Just don't tell Miles about...the other stuff. He's might not be as bad as Phoenix with running into danger, but..."
(He's still a heroic moron when push comes to shove.)
"I understand, Lyn. I don't think I would anyway. Right now, he's already stressed enough," Ray sighed. "I don't think he ever left the hospital yesterday either. Not since those girls showed up."
"Huh? Girls?"
"Um...one is dressed weird with a topknot, another has pretzel hair and the last one is dressed like a magician."
I swallowed hard. How could I have forgotten? Maya, Pearls, and Trucy...without Phoenix...how would they cope? What would they do? Phoenix had only just adopted Trucy. And for Maya...since Mia died Phoenix was basically her rock. And if he didn't come back, it would be my fault. I would be taking Phoenix away from them all.
"Hey...I know it's hard now, but we'll pull through it," the man said quietly.
"...I hope."
"As it stands I need to get more information about the case. I'm going to try to see if the doctors will allow me to get any of Wright's items that were on him and check out his office. But before that, can you give me some details about the case?"
I didn't want to do it again, but seeing as we made it this far, I sighed and began retelling everything that happened starting from the night of the crime and recapping what I saw in the courtroom to the best of my memory.
By the time I was finished, Ray was sweating bullets. "This sounds like some sort of bad dream."
"You're telling me!" I huffed in exasperation. The whole thing just seemed like a never ending nightmare we couldn't wake up from. "That's all I got man, so now you can go away and do your investigation."
"That's harsh even for you, Doomsday."
Rolling my eyes, I laid it all out on the table. "Let's make one thing clear, lawyerpants. I didn't want you to be my lawyer to begin with, 1. 2, we aren't friends. And 3, I still remember what you did before, so don't think I forgot about it," I scowled.
He just smirked. "Sorry about that. But by now, Uncle Ray thinks it's time to extend an olive branch."
"If you don't leave, the only thing that will be extending is a fist in your face in the courthouse tomorrow," I drawled out.
Ray raised his hands up, sweating. "Hey, hey, there's no need for that. It's all about peace and hugs here. But it's time I get going."
Thank God. Now I can have time to sulk to myself again in quiet. Especially since once again more was at stake with another lawyer... Having another one just made me more nervous. I really didn't want to see a repeat of what happened to Phoenix. "...Just be careful out there."
He pressed the hat down on his head once more, and nodded at me before he turned away and began heading out. "I will. I'll be back at the end of the day."
I hoped so.
June 4th, 12:56 PM
Criminal Affairs
She cracked the whip at the table, causing me to flinch, but not by much. "Why are you not providing the truth?" Franziska asked this not with so much rage, as it was frustration at my uncooperativeness.
This had gone on for the last 35 minutes. After Ray had left, I milled about my room praying Seeker wouldn't try to take him out too. Did that for at least an hour before I was dragged into interrogation with a red eyed Franziska. I wondered how late she was up the previous night.
"Answer me!" she whipped again. "If you are supposedly a subordinate of my little brother...you clearly know that the only thing that matters is the truth!"
"Look, you can't play the truth card when you clearly didn't give a rats ass about it before." I groaned as I folded my arms. With slow deliberation, I chose my next words carefully. "Just accept the truth that I killed two men, just as you suggested."
The woman was now red in the face. She hunched over the table and stared me down with an icy glare.
"Oh, come on. Why don't you just accept your perfect victory?" I asked her, tapping my feet under the table. "Isn't it better for you that way?"
With great restraint, she gripped the end of her whip stopping herself from whipping me in the presence of Badd. Right, I had nearly forgotten he was in here too, watching the whole thing quietly observing from the other end of the table. "How dare you insult the von Karma name like that? And how dare you insult Phoenix Wright!"
Honestly, I was just saying anything to get her to give up on chasing the inquiry. She was going to win the case most likely. Phoenix...from what she described wasn't awake and wouldn't be for quite some time so... it would be better this way to at least save everyone else's asses and my own.
"He was defending you! He foolishly believed in you! And now…" she paused trying to choke back the beginning of tears.
I was glad I didn't have to see what she saw yesterday. That would have broke me. Even so...I couldn't let my guard down here. I'd have to keep them in the dark as much as possible even if it meant being a dick. I asked again. "Why don't you just accept your win?"
This time she whipped me. I winced at the stinging feeling across my chest.
"This isn't a win! It is a shallow victory!" she pointed. "You are a pathetic excuse for a subordinate!"
"You're right," I said, rubbing my chest. "I'm pretty bad, but I'm not his subordinate anymore. Clearly." Couldn't be much of anything to him if it played out how I thought it would.
Yet again, she asked the same question she already asked me a hundred times from the start of today's questioning. "Why are you suddenly confessing?"
"Why aren't you celebrating?" I deflected with a shrug.
"Grr…" she was about to strike me with the whip again, but Badd stepped in.
"Stop that. This isn't going anywhere," he pointed out, looking at his hand held mirror.
"You've already pegged me guilty. So why not stick to your guns? ...I would prefer if you did," I said leaning forward as best as I could with a forced grin. It was beginning to feel like a game for to see how much we could push her. "Besides it would help you validate your truth."
"You are not handing me a win! I earn them!"
(Heh. I really touched a nerve there.)
"Or maybe you just whip your way to them. Same difference, right? You don't get what you want and then you whip people until they give it to you."
Franziska was fuming now. If looks could kill, I probably would have been incinerated and chopped up into tiny bitesize pieces.
Now, Badd had to hold her back from coming after me. If I wasn't so bummed out, I would have laughed my ass probably and ran off, but there was nowhere to run to. No place to go besides my lonely cell.
"I conduct investigations flawlessly—"
"So flawlessly, that you have me pegged as your ultimate prime suspect. Unless, you are, having doubts about your own examinations into the matter? Are you doubting your insight?" I adjusted my glasses with a smirk. "...but of course, you don't have to. You can just trust yourself. And whatever you think about me. I don't care. I quit."
"I...do not understand."
"You couldn't."
"Kid, this isn't going anywhere. Take a break," Badd said to Franziska scratching his chin.
"But-"
"I wanted to ask her some questions myself," he said putting away his mirror. "You're getting carried away and need to cool down."
The blue haired woman whipped the floor with a huff before she stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her.
(Serves her right...she's been up my butt this whole case. First she doesn't trust me, then she wants to? How annoying.)
Badd sighed, before he put his lollipop in his mouth. He took a seat across from me with his usual stern expression. It never really seemed to change much, so he was always hard to read. At least for the times I'd been questioned by the guy.
"Do you need anything?"
"Hm?"
"Water? Coffee?" he asked. He reached into his pocket and extended one of his lollipops. "...Candy?"
Without meaning to, I gasped. It was always standard they offer you water or something to eat for these interrogations in a hope to make you more comfortable, at least enough to start opening up. But Badd had never offered me his prized lollipops before. Before he entered the room once, I saw him shove a bag of them into his large pocket. To my knowledge he never shared. Or at least I had never seen him share or offer to anyone before. In the very least not Franziska.
I could never say no to such an offering. And I would never turn down free candy anyway. I could at least trust Badd not to poison me. Gingerly, I took the lollipop out of his scuffed up looking hands and tore off the wrapper. It was a shade of purple. I shoved it into my mouth. Grape.
He remained quiet for about a minute or so, just staring me down with a steely eyed glance. "How well do you know Wright? Would you say that you're close?"
I cocked my head to the left side. "Huh? I dunno." Not like I could tell Badd I came from another reality where I knew maybe the most important aspects of Phoenix's life. "We're on friendly terms. He's definitely closer to Miles than me. But I really admire him...he's a big inspiration for me."
"You wouldn't know anything about the shooting, would you?"
I bit down on the now only somewhat crunchy outside of the lollipop. "No...I wish I knew more. If I had known that was going to happen...I wouldn't have had him defend me."
"But suddenly, you stopped taking his defense claiming your guilt," he said digging into his pocket. "Why?"
"Cause I'm guilty. I lied earlier, obviously."
"I'm starting to doubt that, especially seeing Wright with a bullet in his brain," Badd said gruffly looking into his mirror. "You suddenly start claiming guilt and the next day he's got a bullet in his head. Strange, don't you think?"
I chewed on the squishy chocolately core of the lollipop. Guess Tootsies were still a thing here and that was at least one good thing to discover during this shitshow. I'd stop the track right here. "Look, if you thought I had him shot it wasn't me."
The detective snorted. "Of course you didn't. Why would you shoot your own lawyer, especially one you are friendly with? Don't know much about the guy, but from what I have heard, he has a high success rate especially for seemingly impossible cases. So that wouldn't add up. But what I think does is...the outcome."
"You act guilty, your lawyer is shot. The outcome most likely is a guilty verdict. Who most wants that?" he questions rhetorically. "Funny enough, I don't think it's you. Whoever did those club murders is really pushing for this."
I finished the last bit and tossed the stick into the nearby trash bin. "...Could be."
"So, what do you really know?" Badd pressed.
"Nothing," I insisted. "I don't know anything."
The old man just stared at me for the longest time, as if he was trying to read my mind. I fidgeted uncomfortably under the scrutiny...but I couldn't tell him. I didn't know what was going on in the police force now and who was good or bad.
"I can't help you if you don't give me anything to work with," Badd said. "I saw the tapes. At the detention center where Wright just visited you."
A knot formed in my throat.
"Of course, the sound of the videos is cut for the sake of confidentiality. But the visuals aren't," he went on laying his hands flat on the table. "You were pretty upset. In tears. And after that, Wright left with this ghastly image on his face...next, he's out front of the police station bleeding from a gunshot wound."
"...So let me ask you this: who's threatening you?" Badd asked pulling out his mirror.
"Truthfully?" I would try to be as smart about this as I could. Folding my arms, I sighed. "No one. But wouldn't it be obvious as to who if I was?"
"...Right."
"And if you can assume that, you'll come to the same conclusion of who shot him. Not like I know the specifics of who exactly, but..." I directed my gaze to the table. Badd wasn't an idiot. He could put two and two together.
"There's more to it. Let's hear it."
"I'm spent today. Sorry."
"...You're at the police station. You're safe here. We can give you protection."
Without meaning to, I laughed. Safe? Here? In a normal situation under normal circumstances, this would be the safest place in the world. How the world flipped upside down overnight was incredible. "It's not me I'm worried about. And besides, how could even protect someone from something you don't see? Something...right under your nose?"
The detective furrowed his brow. "What...?"
I was going to ask to leave, but then it appeared. It's dark shadowy figure looming right behind Badd.
"How fun...this one isn't too bad. Though, even if he did find out...he'd be diced into pieces. Definitely a man I'd kill first."
"Stop it."
"But I've only just arrived. You wouldn't kick a guest out so early, would you?" It laughed.
"It isn't real, It isn't real, It isn't real," I repeated to myself over and over, covering my ears with both hands. "It. Isn't. Real."
"I'm very real. Even if it's only you who can see me."
"Shut up!"
"Lyn!" Badd said sharply.
Clutching my chest, I jumped slightly from my seat. It was gone. It was just me and Badd again. I sank into my seat, feeling the sweat dripping from my forehead. "I...sorry."
"It's fine," Badd said. "You started to panic and I couldn't get your attention in any other way. Didn't mean to startle you."
I exhaled. "I needed that. Thanks." If not, I would have been losing my mind at it for who knows how long.
He didn't say anything for a time and neither did I. I just focused on breathing to calm myself down.
"Let's get you back to your cell," he stood up. Nodding, I followed suit by standing up. Badd opened the door and was about to walk out, but I had an idea.
"Hey," I began with a rising tone in my voice. "What if the truth were lies? And the lies were truth?"
The gruff detective paused and turned to me squinting.
"I'm in a really good spot, right now. My life is wonderful. I'm looking forward to sitting in a cell...not just for tomorrow but probably for the rest of my life. But you're right, being here is the safest place I could be because you can trust everyone."
Since he was actually more cool than I thought I'd try to clue him in. As best I could. Hopefully, he'd understand my intentions.
Badd said nothing for a moment, just scratching his chin, before he simply gave me a curt nod and gestured for me to follow him out of the room. After a short walk, next thing I knew was in my cell again.
"...I'm not sure what's going on, but if I'm understanding right...you mean everything here is absolutely fine." Badd said looking at his hand mirror, with a suspicious gaze from the window of my cell door. "I'll think about how we can keep improving in the mean time."
I could only nod, with some sort of tiny hope. That just maybe, maybe he'd find some clue in secret as to who was pulling the strings here. The detective went on his way, leaving me alone again until lunch time or until someone else wanted to talk to me. For all the good it really did.
June 4th, 2:09 PM
Detention Center
When I was dragged out of my cell yet again, I had anticipated Miles, but I hadn't expected...all of them.
"Miles...Maya. It's good to see you..." I said, my voice cracking slightly. "And you too, Trucy and Pearls. I hope you all have been good."
"Of course!" Pearls exclaimed, raising an arm, rolling up her sleeve. "I would never want to bother Mystic Maya! Expeckially now..."
It was as though the energy was sucked out of her little body as her head drooped to the side. Trucy had said nothing, her face covered by her magicians hat.
My stomach began to turn. I adjusted my glasses in the hopes of distracting myself for a minute.
(These poor kids shouldn't have to go through this...)
Trucy had already one dad abandon her...I just. The thought of losing Phoenix now just as they were beginning to bond...it was breaking my heart.
The other sights was grim. Maya's face was tear stained, her eyes strained and red with a puffy face. Miles just simply looked exhausted, more exhausted than I had seen him lately and...that spoke volumes to what was happening.
I wondered if this nightmare would ever end. But the only way I saw it ending...was staying here. It still felt like I was partly to blame for this all. Think if I hadn't tried to save the badge...would we be here? Would Phoenix still be here?
"Lyn, I'm so sorry," Maya sniffed. "If I could have, I would have visited sooner. You don't belong in there."
"I...don't worry about it. It'll be fine," I said, putting on the best smile I could. It was the only thing I could think of doing to help. It wasn't much, but in front her...I couldn't sulk about this. I couldn't imagine what was going on her head, but she had already lost her sister, mother...and if she lost Phoenix... "Thanks for coming."
"Did Mr. Shields come by already?" Miles asked.
"Yeah," I said. "He's off investigating on my behalf."
"So, you did accept...?"
"He didn't give me much of a choice," I shrugged with a tiny smirk. "So, he'll be suffering for it tomorrow. This isn't an easy case."
"Well...I'm sure when Nick wakes up, he'll figure out the case," Maya insisted, cheeks sticking out a little.
A cast a glance at the table, before looking towards Miles. "...How exactly is he? I know he was shot, but I don't know much else."
Miles grabbed hold of his arm, the usual sharpness of his gray eyes diluted. "The surgery succeeded, but...he's comatose. He'll stay that way at least for a year."
If cat's were the ones truly snatching tongues, they definitely stole mine.
(At least...a year?)
"Wait...you said 'at least'," I noticed, feeling my body heat up against the cool metallic chair. "...There's a chance it could go on longer. More than a year."
"Yes," was the quiet response. "We don't know when he could wake up."
"B-but. He totally will wake up! Nick can be a bit of dummy but he wouldn't leave like that..." Maya said trying to convince herself yet again. "So, we just need to wait for him."
"...Yeah. he'll be back," I said, not sure myself, but wanting to believe in him just like he did everyone else. "Though, if that's the case, what's going to happen with..."
I looked towards Trucy who had been not unusually quiet. "Don't worry about me, Aunty. I'll be with Mommy and Uncle Miles until Daddy gets better!"
"H-huh?"
"So worry about yourself more! Don't let the big dogs in here give you any trouble!" the girl said in an attempt to get her usual enthusiasm back up.
"That's legit?" I asked Miles, cocking my head to the side. God bless him, but he didn't strike me as the type to really bother with children to such a degree, especially since he's such a workaholic.
"Well," he said folding his arms, tapping a finger against them. "Wright had just enrolled her in a public school here. Maya already has started her training and is with Pearls so...we discussed it and figured this would be the best way to manage for the time being."
"Since it's still summer Pearls and Trucy will stay with me. But when school starts in September, Trucy will stay with Mr. Edgeworth during the weekdays."
"And I'll see you and Pearls and the weekends right, Mommy?" Trucy asked holding the brim of her hat with a grin.
Maya's face turned a shade pink, I imagine at the word mommy. At this point she was a mom to Pearls, but it must be strange being called that so openly by your friend's adopted daughter who joined the shipping train with Pearls. "Of course. Mr. Edgeworth needs breaks too...so he can catch up with The Steel Samurai!" she teased.
Now it was Miles' turn to be embarrassed, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath in response.
"Yup," I said feeling the beginning of smile on my lips. "It's totally true. He total marathons them on those rare moments you can get him not work haha."
He rolled his eyes at that. "How are you doing in here today?"
"Oh. Okay I guess," I said removing my glasses and wiping them on my shirt. "Nothing besides Franziska trying to grill me into submission and detective Badd giving me candy."
"I don't suppose you know anything about what happened to Wright after he left from visiting with you?"
I shook my head. "No, have no clue what he was thinking. But I wish I could have stopped him. Or just not have entered this world to begin with. Whenever I showed up something changed for the worse...so now..."
"This isn't your fault," he said sternly. "You weren't the one who shot him."
(I might as well have. Before it was just a missing badge eventually reclaimed.)
"You didn't hurt Nick!" Maya nodded furiously. "And besides...I guess there is a silver lining."
"Huh?" How could there be anything good about this...? Was Maya just that much of a trooper?
"Because of this I realize what he really means to me..." she said looking towards the floor.
I covered my mouth with my hand. Did she mean...?
"So that's why he'll definitely come back soon so I can tell him," she said forcing back tears.
I frowned deeply. What a way to realize...
(I'm so sorry.)
She sniffed unable to prevent a few tears from escaping. "...Everyone is tired. I'm going to get a room at the Gatewater."
Miles shook his head. "There's no need for that. You can stay in my spare guest room."
"Huh- but is that really alright-"
"Nonsense," the prosecutor tapped his foot impatiently. "You've come on such short notice, with two children on top of it. There is no need to spend that type of money. I take no issue with it."
"...Thank you," she bowed slightly. Then she lightly nudged the two girls in front of her. "Come on, guys, let's get moving. I'm sure Mr. Edgeworth wants a little private time."
"Oo!" this made Pearl a little more lively, jumping up. "To speak to his special someone! Ok!"
Maya looked mildly embarrassed while Miles had turned a shade of pink.
"Okay," nodded Trucy. She stuck her tongue out. "Be good, Uncle Miles!"
The heat went to my face now.
(Good luck with all of them staying together tonight...)
Maya turned back to me, while the girls quickly said their goodbyes and rushed out of the room. "I'm sure that even though your lawyer isn't Nick now, that things will be okay. So just hang in there, Lyn. I'm sorry I can't do more."
"No, thanks for coming. You have a lot to deal with...so it means a lot. And...I'm sorry. But it's not over yet so..." I adjusted my glasses. I honestly did want to give up. I'm pretty sure I was doomed on my end, but I could at least pray for Phoenix.
She nodded with a solemnity I hadn't seen in some time, not since her mother's death. I was just glad she understood what I had been trying to say. "Bye for now."
And she walked out of the room with the kids. Now, it was just me and Miles. Neither of us spoke for some time, only staring at each other through the dividing panel of glass. By this time, I would have liked to say I knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling. None of it was good.
"I'm sorry."
He sighed. "Please...stop apologizing. You've done nothing."
"I...know," I admitted reluctantly. "It's just that...well...he's your best friend, isn't he? It's..." I wish I knew what to say. I was usually better with words, but now, what could I say? What could I even do? It was in such an awkward position behind the glass, soon to be taken back to a cell. And it's not like my words would cure him or something, but...I wished I could make him feel better somehow. We connected over touch far better, but that was impossible with this barrier. And it made me feel more useless that ever. "I'm so sorry."
He held onto his arm. "I am too."
I exhaled. Dammit. I didn't belong in here. I needed to be out there. On the other side. I had been slowly accepting my fate, but seeing Maya and seeing him so...depressed and being unable to do a damn thing about pissed me off. Fuck this.
After a while he spoke again. "Don't worry about us. We will...persevere. We don't have any other choice. So...worry about yourself."
I frowned. "Miles..." He always needed to play the hero, but right now, I could tell he really needed a hug.
"I can't do anything for you like this. And I don't want to add anymore to your burdens," he said quietly. "Tomorrow this will all be over, so be strong until then. And help Mr. Shields in anyway you can."
That was true. This whole thing, it would all be over soon. One way or another. Whether I stayed in jail permanently or walked out...it would finally be over. In some ways it filled me with a sense of relief. Obviously I didn't want to be a jailbird, but just getting out of this...limbo, this uncertainty would help a big deal.
"...Go get some rest, Miles."
He furrowed his brow. "I meant to come down sooner, but-"
"It's fine. It's been a trying day. All of you guys need to sleep at some point," I fidgeted with my fingers. " You look exhausted. Don't push yourself anymore. I'll be fine."
The bags under his eyes betrayed him. He knew I was right, but he stood around a little longer before going. "...Just cooperate with Mr. Shields. And I suppose, I'll see you tomorrow."
I nodded. I would do my best with lawyerpants...if he came back all together. "See ya then."
With hesitation, he gave me one last look and a nod before heading out, leaving me to my own devices yet again. Strumming my fingers on the table waiting for the guard to escort me, I wondered what was coming next? What would happen tomorrow? Would it even matter at this point?
I didn't know. I just wanted this travesty to be over with.
June 4th, 4:30 PM
Detention Center
After another shitty meal, of some sort of weird slop which I suspect was mashed potatoes and gravy, everything I talked about was still on mind when yet again, I was dragged out of my humble cell and back to the room dividing me from regular humanity with a glass pane. Annoying, but I was getting used to it at this point. It was late from what I heard so this would be my last visitor most likely.
Sure enough, once I took my seat and the guard buzzed off shutting the door behind him, I sighed and folded my arms at the sight in front of me. "You're back. And not in pieces, I see."
"Uncle Ray can do that much," he said almost smugly.
"Guess you deserve a medal for not being sprayed with bullets," I quipped, wiping my glasses on my shirt. "I guess I can say I'm glad your alive...though, I'm not particularly glad that you're here."
He began sweating. "I supposed I'll just have to take what I can get."
"So, did you find anything out?" I asked not wanting to drag this out any longer, not wanting to hold my breath in anticipation.
"About that," he began with a frown. "I took what I could evidence wise, but I didn't find much else in a new lead. There was a woman that came up, Rochelle Martina who I think is probably involved, but..."
I cocked my head to the right side. "Huh? But Isn't that a good lead?" I had mixed feelings about it, but a small part of me was still hoping...that maybe...maybe there was a way out of this.
"No," he pressed the hat down on his head. "because she doesn't exist."
"...What?"
"From my understanding, this 'Martina'," he said doing quotation marks with his fingers. "worked at the Oceanic as a chef, the night of the murder. She had been there for only a little while, maybe 5 or 6 months. But a week after the murder she quit. There isn't a trace of her anywhere.
"Her house is empty as if no one ever lived there. There's no phone records, no paper trails, no sightings, no family or friends...there's nothing. There's nothing to pin her down or even locate her with. It makes me wonder if she was actually a real person or just a made up alias. In the very least...she probably has a new identity by now."
My shoulders drooped. There really wasn't an out. "So in other words, there's no other suspect besides me."
"Unfortunately, no," he bowed his head. "I'm sorry."
Any small sliver of hope I had secretly held onto slipped right through my fingers like sand. Whoever this person was...they had to be the shadow. They were the ones screwing me over...I was totally prepared to take the fall here, but to have hope like that and see it crushed...
I bit down so hard on my lip, I began to draw some blood. It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming. I removed my glasses from my face and started squeezing them.
"Lyn?"
I licked my bottom lip, tasting the bitterness on my tongue. "Change the plea."
"...Are you sure?"
"Change. The. Plea," I demanded. It was clear how it was gonna turn out now. No one else to pin this crime on besides me, so goodbye freedom. "They won. It'll be a waste of time to try to fight this and it's not safe either."
"I understand." Ray wasn't pleased about it. "I'll do whatever I can for you."
I took a breath and placed my glasses back on my face. My legs were shaking and all I could think about was killing these Seeker bastards in cold blood. Those bastards...they were gonna pay for this. "Good. I expect exceptional service from you. Because I will get my revenge. Maybe not now...but they're definitely gonna pay for this. Understand?"
"...Yeah," he nodded. "I'll keep looking into it. And when we find more evidence we'll reopen the case."
No matter what it took...I was gonna bring them down.
I wasn't gonna be their little pawn. Someway...somehow...someday I'd flip the script on them.
And there would be hell to pay.
Evidence:
Attorney's badge: It's my all-important badge. It shows that I am a defense attorney.
Autopsy Report #1:For Kevin Hutchinson. Estimated time of death 9:05 PM. Cause of death slit throat. Died within 1 minute. Traces of benzodiazepine discovered in system.
Autopsy Report #2: For Kristoph Gavin. Estimated time of death 9:22 PM. Cause of death blunt force trauma to head. Died instantly.
Crime Scene Photos: Show Kristoph dead on the pool table and Kevin slumped over in the chair.
Seeker Tabloid: Article that talks about Seeker's goals.
Lyn's Medical Documents: Discusses the injuries and damages she sustained from the car crash, as well as medication taken.
Hostage Newspaper Article: Discusses the hostage taking at the prosector's office.
Lyn's Journal: ...Has some interesting personal details.
Kristoph's Journal: Contains instructions and information about the Seeker organization.
Bloody Pool Cue: Murder weapon that ended Kristoph Gavin's life. Lyn's prints are on it.
Broken Window: A rock was thrown through the window, and one has to wonder why...
Listening Device: Found under the table in private room 3 where Kristoph Gavin was murdered.
Hidden Knife: Steak knife found in a plant pot in private room 3. Has no known prints and Kristoph Gavin's blood. The tip of the blade is covered in a tranquilizer.
Black Scrap: Burned fabric found in the fireplace.
Bloody steak knife: weapon used to murder Kevin Hutchinson. Lyn's prints are on it.
Toxicology Report: Kevin Hutchinson's blood stream had 3 times the recommended amount of sleep medication.
Profiles:
Maya Fey: Age 19. A close friend. Used to be my assistant before leaving to become Master of Kurain.
Trucy Wright: Age 8. My adopted daughter. Already dresses the part of a magician to the hilt.
Detective Badd: Age 53. In charge of the Interpol investigation. Very gruff.
Franziska von Karma: Age 19. Prosecutor in charge of this case. Working with Interpol.
Kay Faraday: Age 17. Claims to be the Yatagarasu. Edgeworth's mischief making assistant.
Detective Gumshoe: Age 33. Homicide detective at the local precinct.
Lyn Doom: Age 25. My client. A feisty prosecutor who helped saved my badge.
Miles Edgeworth: Age 27. A close friend. A well known prosecutor.
Kristoph Gavin: Deceased. The attorney who tried to revoke my badge. Pretended to be his brother the night of the murder.
Kevin Hutchinson: Deceased. Body guard hired to look after Lyn the night of the murder.
Klavier Gavin: Age 17. Star prosecutor and leader/vocalist for the rock group, the Gavinners. Still alive.
Eva Green: Age 36. An obsessive dentist, witness for this case.
Judge: Age ?. Judge who presides over my trials.
Connie Hall: Age 29. Waitress at the Oceanic who dreams of being a Hollywood actress.
Oppie Rah: Age 28. A rather extravagant artist.
Raymond Shields: Age 36. A wise guy defense attorney.