AN: Thanks as always for the reviews, favs, and follows! What's going down? Everything. Today we get a surprise POV! Also, I'm estimating that I should be finishing this story in about 4 chapters! So I'm pretty excited for that. So now, we enter the final stretch, ala the final case in this story...
And as I've said, the story continues to get darker, sooooo if you prefer lighthearted comedy fluff, check out Mischievous Turnabout. And if you like twisted comedy, please check out Atroquinine Angels: A Toxic Dalhstoph Tale by PPOD & JP! It's my first time doing a collab, but I'm really grateful for the chance to write something with JordanPhoenix, who's a good friend and fantastic writer!
DJJ680: Well, if we're speaking in terms of chapter length, FT will be done shortly. But story wise, like I've said before I wanted to go into AJ at least. So, if I'm not writing under FT, the continuation will happen regardless. So really, however long it takes to be done.
Muhammad Sban: Yeah! Crazy is just my favorite thing to write haha. Thanks, glad you enjoyed!
JordanPhoenix: Yep, when I say dark, I mean it haha. Yeah, probably should...she most likely doesn't want to rip out her own throat ^^;;. Haha Kristoph creeps me out for different reasons, while I simultaneously love him as a villain. Writing the shadow, I kinda imagined it as a grim reaper appearance, that would just appear at the drop of a hat. Low key, it kinda creeped me out to write haha. Mushy? What mush? I-I don't know what you're t-talking about... Sketchy doctor is here indeed. He might get a cameo, undecided now if we'll deal with discount Dahlia lol. Can't separate a thug from his weaponry I guess xD. Lol for Badd I can see that, he's pretty badass. Lol, you just made me think of the handsome Squidward episode from Spongebob. Miles will get hit in the face as much as the stories need it xDD. Yuppppp! Don't worry, it's just gonna get worse from here on out xD.
OBSERVER01: No one catches a break now...*insert evil laugh here*
TrilbyBard: Definitely not the best time to deal with that, but it's the price of coming back brain damaged lol. Sleepwalking might be bad too-imagine walking into danger unknowingly being out cold...but no! Regardless, survival rates dropped.
Jack54311: Hey, no problem mate! Just came back from a vacation myself. Hehe, well you'll see when the time is right regarding the hostage scenario. It could be or could not~
May 31st, 12:30 PM
Prosecutor's Office, 12th Floor
Time had continued to pass, with little development into our situation. Half the gunmen marched up and down the hall, making sure all rooms were vacant. The rest were in front of us, watching our every move, at times communicating with each other via walkie talkie. My fellow captives were mostly quiet, transferring most of their nervous energy into whispers and fidgeting. The most I could do was listen as attentively as possible to the conversations the guards were having.
"Once their part is over, ours is really chump change, isn't it?"
"Money is money, so I got no idea what bullshit you're spewing," the other guard with sunglasses shrugged. "Be lucky you were even invited."
The other one with an eyebrow piercing sighed as though he were used to that type of response. "Ugh, you're not fun. At least with the other deal I'd have enough for a freakin' vacation."
"Haha, you're kidding right? A vacation where? To that hellhole apartment you call yourself livin' in?"
"I'll have you know that it's called a staycation, asshole."
"Jesus, you spend too much time inside. Get some fresh air."
"Let me live my life, Red."
(Their part? And another deal? Who and what do they mean by that?)
What else could happening now? It seemed that whatever it was, it was earning them more money than this situation. The question was who was paying them and to what end?
Before I could further contemplate on that matter, my phone had started to ring nonstop-but I resisted the urge to answer it. I supposed news of the hostage situation started to make it's way to the media because about an hour ago phones began ringing. Interestingly, the gunmen allowed us to take calls, but only at their discretion. I kept my hands behind my back as they wanted as to not instigate any unwanted altercation.
The guard with the sunglasses approached the source of the noise, with a frown. "Who's phone is that?"
"...Mine," I admitted.
The man pointed the gun in my face. "Well, answer it. I'm tired of hearing that stupid sound."
The Steel Samurai theme was far from stupid, but I kept my thoughts to myself as I slowly reached into my pocket. I had to wonder why they were allowing calls to begin with. They had allowed the others before me to speak to their loved ones almost as though they didn't care or perhaps didn't matter much. Yet, if I were in their position I would opt to jam cellphone towers or to just demand everyone turn off their phones or collect them- something.
"Hey, pick up the damn phone," he said, giving me an impatient shove. "And for whoever it is, you're gonna tell em everything's good."
I nodded, and with caution, opened the phone placing it to my ear. "Miles Edgeworth speaking..."
"Miles! Miles, are you okay?! I saw the news and-"
The muffled panicked voice was Lyn. I had hoped see didn't see anything, but luck was not on my side. She must have been worried sick, if not blaming herself for wanting me to come to work.
"Lyn," I said, watching the gunman intently, as I chose my words wisely. "I'm...alright."
"What's going on?" she asked with a tremor in her already muffled voice.
"I'm..." the man shoved the gun into my chest with impatience. "Not at liberty to say. Though, things could be worse."
I heard nothing else besides her shallow breathing on the other end. What I give to be at home now and out of this chaos... I didn't come here to die and I wasn't going to leave her alone especially with her state of mind. I had every intention of making it out of here alive.
"You didn't need anything, did you...?" After all, I did say if she needed anything...
"Miles...I'm fine...everything will be fine...okay?" she said in an attempt at reassurance not only for me but for herself as well. "I-I don't need anything...I only want you to come back safe."
"...I understand," I said slowly. I'd do anything to be there. I wouldn't let this get in the way. I wouldn't let her down. "I'll be back later... I promise. So don't worry."
And with a sudden force, my phone was snatched out of my hand. The brute ended the call.
"Now, turn this shit off," he said throwing it back at me.
I did as he commanded. "Why let me or the others have calls anyway? It could have been the police."
"Haha. Even if the cops did call any of you, they would have told you to comply with our commands. I'm sure plenty managed to call the cops as we started the round up," he said with confidence. "They're already outside anyway, so not like it matters one way or another. Besides, I think it's nice to let you talk...you know, in case something terrible happened."
"Just what are you trying to accomplish here?"
The man smiled, a smile as dark as the sunglasses on his face. "Wouldn't you like to know? Heheh. Well pretty boy, I think it's beyond your level of comprehension. But with any luck, this ordeal should be over soon."
"What do you mean?"
"The obvious. We get what we want and y'all will be free to go," he said almost bored, as he returned to his patrol. "But I had enough of you and your awful ringtone."
From this I could discern two facts: 1) nobody here would give any of us a straight answer and 2) he had no taste in quality a OST.
"Edgeworth sama," said Simon who was kneeling not too far away from me. "He's a mercenary. They all are. Forget about trying to get relevant information from them."
It certainly made sense, considering how much they've spoken about the payoff the mission and apparently there was another mission in progress which was better paid.
Simon continued. "If they've been allowing phone calls, it was most likely not a part of the orders to disallow them. They aren't new to this."
He was right. They weren't disorganized. They were too confident, so they must be certain they'll be getting whatever it is they're after.
"But if this is so, what's the point of holding us all? Their employer must be looking for something or someone."
"Hmm...did you recall what the gorilla said before he left?"
"Well, you're not referring to how this man clearly hates the Steel Samurai," I said dryly. It sometimes bothered me how it took Simon forever to get to the point. "So what exactly?"
"He said 'we get what we want'..." he said stroking his chin. "He didn't say, 'get what we came for'."
"...You mean that what they are after isn't here?"
"No. It's not. Whatever they want, it isn't in this building. Not information, not one of us. At to what exactly they want, your guess is as good as mine at the moment."
Perhaps it was time to use some logic.
This hostage situation wasn't random. Even if what their employer wanted isn't here on the inside...this must be a bargaining chip. To hold everyone here hostage meant that someone on the outside had a person or people important to them in here. People are taken hostage for money usually, or at very least until some sort of trade off is made. We give you x's life in exchange for x.
That said, is the trade off money? ...No. It can't be. If that were the case, they could have taken a single person of great wealth. And if that's what they were after, it would be ridiculous. Whoever was pulling the strings had an absurd amount of funds, just look at how many mercenaries with semi automatic rifles and body armor covered the building. Besides, this was the prosecutorial office, which leads me to believe that this is somehow involving the law.
Yet, they weren't telling anyone here to do anything. If anyone had power to look into court cases it would be a prosecutor here. Or perhaps, it wasn't someone here. After all, judges had power of these matters. And the police worked closely with us. If they were looking for a particular outcome regarding a legal matter, perhaps something like a conviction overturned...the police could reopen a case.
Take the whole prosecutor's office hostage and be told you have to drop a conviction or get someone convicted...it would be a good motivation. One person could be threatened, but a whole building of hundreds of people? There's no way that whoever wouldn't succumb to their demands.
...Or I so I hoped.
Such violations disgusted me but in this case, if my theory was correct...it would be a big problem for us if the threatened target refused. I couldn't imagine any of this ending well.
May 31st, 1:30 PM
Criminal Affairs Department
Everyone was running in circles.
With the prison riots and the hostage situation, our man power was effectively split. The chief had already sent for backup from another precinct, but it didn't do much to calm anyone down. Of course, we were trained for tense situations- cept the problem is how rarely they ever happen on a large scale and at the same time.
That bothered me.
"Gumshoe, the prison is mostly covered. Our biggest priority is the hostage situation."
I nodded as I headed into the meeting room ready to go. I had just returned from the commotion still ongoing at the prison as request from Captain Hicks. Another cool old cop on the force, but in my eyes, he would never compare to Pops. Badd had took me under his wing, even when I was having a hard time as a rookie.
Only a handful of us were left in the building now. The only ones who would stick around were the desk duties.
I would rather not be at the prison, but at the same time I wasn't happy to have to focus on the prosecutor's office. I was worried about the prosecutors that worked in the office, especially Mr. Edgeworth and Ms. Doom. I hoped and prayed that they were alright.
"But what do they want?" I asked the captain. The hostage takers hadn't been all too clear about their demands yet, which was pretty weird. In my experience, you'd hear a demand for money within a hour or two. And especially for the size of their operation, with hordes of gunmen, taking over the entire building? Nothing?
The old man, scowled at me. "Hell if I know!"
"We've been on the line trying to get some answers, but not a thing. Just orders to comply with their wishes, to stay outside of the building, and wait patiently like good little dogs," Dave spoke, folding his arms. "It's not the geezer's fault."
"I'm not the one holding a building hostage, jackass," captain said shooting the greenhorn an impatient glare. "Anyway. It's unusual. Both the riots and hostage taking happened around the same time. I've seen a big number of coincidences in my day, but this would be a load of shit for a simple coincidence."
"You think the incidents are connected then?" I asked scratching the side of my face.
"You bet," captain said, throwing his black trench coat on. "Whoever's doing this is smart, I'll give em that. We had to send most of our guys to the prison to quell the riots. And now we have to have backup from SWAT to handle the prosecutor's office."
"Dwindling our resources, huh?" the younger man stroked his goatee. "What a pain."
"Not as much of a pain as dealing with you," captain said walking past him. "Everyone head down the prosecutor's office stat. Dimwit's coming with me."
Dave sighed and then started mumbling under his breath as he followed the captain. The other more senior detectives dispersed. I started to move, but was caught off guard by the ringing in my pocket. I didn't know who could be calling me right now, but I reached into my coat and grabbed my phone.
Picking it up, the voice on the other line was quick to speak. "Dick Gumshoe?"
"Uh, yeah. Who's this?" I didn't like the sound of...whoever this was. They were using some sort of voice modulator, to mask their real voice. "What do you want?"
"Wonderful," they said. "I will get straight to the point so I won't waste your precious time. You know that terrible, awful, horrific incident at the Oceanic?"
"Huh...what's this about?"
"I want you to nab the guilty party, of course. It's all any upstanding citizen would want," they chuckled. "I know the identity of our dirty criminal."
I was already skeptical, but I took the bait. "Alright, who did it then?"
"Lyn Doom," the voice said still amused. "It should be obvious, no?"
I was wasting my time. "That's up for police investigation and as well as what's determined in a court so-"
"You don't understand. Lyn Doom is guilty. And it's up to you to secure her guilt."
"What...?"
"Oh dear. You don't get it still. Let me illuminate the situation for you," they paused. "Maggey Bryde, Miles Edgeworth, Kay Faraday, Detective Badd, Franziska von Karma, Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Pearl Fey- should I continue? I have a list of all the people you've ever known, ever been close to. Would you like to see them die?"
I felt as though I could throw up at a moment's notice.
"Who are you? Where are you? I'm going to track this call-"
"Go ahead and try. You won't find me. But my identity is not important. After all Gummy, you need that guilty verdict! What's one little guilty verdict for the lives of everyone you know? It's not much. I mean between a prison conviction or death...what's the better choice?"
What the hell? What was this? Who was doing this? How did they get my number? How did they know everyone? Choose between sending someone to jail or people's lives...? I...
"Ah Gummy, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue? I figured this might be a little difficult for you so, here's something I know will absolutely convince you!"
With each word this person spoke I felt sicker and sicker.
"You know that big ass hostage situation happening at the prosecutor's office?"
"Wh-what are you going to do...?"
"I'm here right now. The sight is incredible really. These big shot prosecutors think they're all that, but they're not too hot without their fancy courtrooms ahaha! There's one guy who's totally bleeding and another who just got stomped on for trying to escape. It's like so cute watching them struggle."
Whoever this was sounded like a sick freak. "Let these people go!"
"Well, I could. But only if you comply with my wishes, Gummy! If not, I solemnly swear to kill each and every person here!"
"No! Don't you dare!"
"Oh hold on, to let you see I'm serious...here you go."
Over the line, I heard the loud sounds of machine gun fire and screams.
My stomach sank. "Okay! I get it! I get it! I... I...I'll do it," I said with defeat. "Just...don't hurt anyone. Please..."
"Glad you see it our way," they said. "All you need to do is get that guilty verdict and we'll be honky dory. Oh, and if you so much as try to squeal to anyone, especially any of your buddies at the station, we'll know about it. You'd be surprised at how many of us work at the precinct...Pal. You wouldn't want to have those weenies of yours toasted. Don't think Maggey would be too pleased with ya. So let's not let it come to that."
A cold surge ran through my body. They knew too much. Way too much. I could tell that it wasn't a bluff. They were present in criminal affairs.
"But...why? Why this trouble? Why Ms. Doom? Why did you start the riots?"
"This conversation is done. Get to work, detective."
With that, the line went dead. My hand shaking, I looked at the phone for some trace of a number, but it was listed under a blocked ID.
(Damn it! ...God willing if I have even a second of time today I'll work on tracking this call.)
But I didn't feel too secure doing it after that. They knew what Kay called me. They knew about what I talked about, how I spoke, all the people I'm close to...
Dammit...
I didn't want to. I didn't. Ms. Doom...I didn't believe she was guilty. After what she went through on the highway, there was just no way in my mind she could have done it. But if I didn't help seal up her conviction, these people whoever they were, were coming after the people I knew. People I loved. And no doubt, Ms. Doom felt the same way, being people we both knew and cared about.
The room was silent, minus my own racing thoughts.
I...couldn't think about this now. I had to see if they kept their promise about the hostage situation. I needed to go.
May 31st, 2:36 PM
Prosecutor's Office
"All clear," Jacks said to the 3 other guards in front of him, putting away his walkie talkie. "Time to proceed with Part B."
"Well something interesting is finally happening," remarked Simon.
The brute with the dreadlocks yelled. "Everyone stand up now, with your hands up in the air!"
The people around us hurried to their feet. Simon and I followed suit putting our hands up. The 2 guards in front of us jerked their guns in our general direction. "Line up and move down those steps."
"What's going on...?"
"Are they gonna hurt us...?"
"Shut up and get your asses moving!" snapped Jacks. "We will hurt you if you don't get downstairs this instant."
Unless we were being moved elsewhere, I had a suspicion based on what was said earlier that our situation here was over. Whatever goal the mastermind of the operation wanted, they got it.
Quickly people filed down the hall, into the stairwell at the very end with the gunmen following close behind. They continued to yell at us to continue until we reached the very first floor of the building.
"Alright, keep your hands up. You're gonna exit the building one by one. Now move!"
It had started as an orderly process, but as soon as people were out of the range of gun fire, they ran into the outside world eager for freedom. Outside from the window we had a view of all the police, ambulances, firetrucks, and people who had already managed to escape in hoardes right out front.
Once nearly all the other hostages were gone, Simon tried to turn around, perhaps thinking of an opportunity to apprehend one of the gunman, but was struck in the shoulder by the length of the weapon.
"Don't even think about it. Be glad you're alive, you freak."
"How do you even plan to escape with all the authorities outside?" he asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" the gunman asked. "It's not your concern. If you turn around again, I won't hesitate to shoot your brains out."
Simon scowled and was about to say something, but I stopped him. "Forget it, let the police handle it."
"A smart man," the guard said as he shoved us forward. "Now get out."
The group of us who still remained, exited with our hands up, not once looking back. The police were ushering us over into safety away from the building. I noticed that there were some swat members holding up massive shields wearing bullet proof vests and other combat gear, guns pointed at the entrance of the building. People from the higher floors flooded out after us, until there were no more. Some police and swat team moved into the building once they were certain there were no more civilians coming out. The rest of the police secured the building from the outside.
I wondered what was the mercenaries plan for escaping, since they opted to go back inside the office. Unless they were climbing out of windows from the backside, I couldn't see how they'd get out without being captured.
Whup-whup-whup-whup-whup!
The winds had picked up with a strong force that knocked me off balance. Giving my attention to the source of the noise, my eyes were drawn above to sound getting louder and louder.
A military helicopter.
That was their solution. The roof was accessible via stairway. And soon enough, the mercenaries were crowding the rooftop, hopping on to the ladder the helicopter had let down. They had all managed to climb in, right as the police made their way to the roof. A few shots were fired, but it was to no avail.
The assailants had escaped.
Unfortunate, but at least everyone appeared to have made it out alright. Besides I was certain we could help ID some of the perpetrators. But before that, I was forced to be treated for my black eye, the same as others who had sustained injuries. Everyone was questioned by the police and some media, but the worst was over. There had only been a few minor injuries with no reported deaths, so it did seem the mercenaries kept their word. Though I had to wonder who's strings they were pulling. And who had set them up to capture the prosecutor's office to begin with.
But for now, I was grateful.
I could keep my promise. I could finally go home.
June 1st, 5:30 AM
My Bedroom
I awoke hearing the loud doorbell. "Hmm?"
I checked the time on my phone. 5:30? Who would be coming here this early? The bell rang again.
I sighed. I was currently tangled up with a mess of limbs. Lyn had held on to me so tight last night, as though she feared someone would take me away.
As soon as I had finally arrived home she nearly knocked me off my feet with the strength of a bulldozer. Sick, but still able to get me off balance whether that be emotionally or physically. She had been so upset, that I had to console her for over an hour and convince her it wasn't her fault for me being caught up in that whole fiasco at the prosecutor's office. I couldn't blame her. At times I had worried about returning safely, but ultimately it all worked out. I don't believe there was ever a time where I was so happy to be at home.
She was still asleep, so I moved as carefully as I could not to wake her as I through on my slippers. I headed down the steps and looked out the window, before opening the door.
...The police.
It was the police at my door at this hour. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had a feeling I knew what they wanted. And I almost wanted to pretend I wasn't here. I didn't want to comply.
I ran a hand through my hair. Why now...? I slowly opened the door. To see the police car sitting in front, with a couple of cops and Detective Gumshoe before me with the biggest frown I'd ever seen on the man to date.
"Detective."
"Mr. Edgeworth," he said, head drooping. The bags under his eyes were visible. "I...have a warrant for Ms. Doom's arrest."
"What are the charges?"
"...Double homicide, of the second degree," he said looking away. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll...do my best to watch out for her in the detention center. I can't do much else, since..."
"Since?"
"After this, the police will have limited involvement with this investigation. This matter has been deemed Interpol territory."
"What...?"
"Once this is processed, I have to turn her over to them. Though, they still want my initial findings," he sighed deeply. "I'll have some involvement, but not much."
"Why, why is Interpol involved?"
"This case is high profile, sir. Ms. von Karma believes this relates to the crime ring she's been investigating."
Franziska was here? She was going to prosecute? "...Seeker."
He looked off to the side. "Yeah. That was the name."
I grabbed my arm. Then that means...whoever killed them...was a part of that organization. And it was just as likely that the same people tried to run her off the road. To call them dangerous was an understatement.
"I...would you give me a minute?" I asked full knowing it would be more. "She's not awake and-"
"...I understand, sir."
I nodded as I partially shut the door. With slow steps, I dragged my feet up the stairs and into my bedroom. At the edge of the bed, I watched the rise and fall of her chest. It had been a rare sight in the last few days.
(I should be waking you for food...not waking you for jail.)
Yet, I couldn't stop the process. They were waiting.
I walked the right side of the bed, placing a hand on her forehead. She was still warmer than usual. I sighed as I walked away to collect her antibiotics from the nightstand and some water from the bathroom.
I sat them down on the dresser, and painfully started this process. I placed my hand on her shoulder and lightly shook.
In a couple of seconds she stirred. "H-huh..."
Wincing, I decided to tear the bandaid off right then and there. "Lyn...the police are outside. They want to arrest you for the murders at the bar."
It took her a second to respond. She rubbed her eyes and flatly responded. "Oh. Well, that's not good."
"No, it's not."
I watched as she forced herself up, as she grabbed her glasses. All was silent besides the creaking of the bed.
"I don't want to go," she breathed out. "I didn't kill anyone."
"Believe me, I don't want you to either," I said folding my arms. "You belong here, not in a cell."
She reached for the stand, popping a couple of pills into her mouth following with a sip of water.
There's a long awkward silence. But what could either of us say? It was unfair and definitely wrong. In a tired manner, she stood up and went the bathroom. Not knowing what to do with myself otherwise, I made myself useful and fetched some clothes for her. Once she returned, she appeared to be a bit more awake though not any less exhausted.
Eyeing the jeans and shirts I left on the bed, she muttered her thanks, while getting dressed. "Miles?"
"Yes?"
"What's it like?" she asked. "The detention center, I mean."
Well it certainly wasn't puppies and rainbows, being on the other side of that glass. "Should I be honest? Or...brutally honest?"
That provoked a slight smile. "Never a sugar coat option with you, huh? Well, just lay it out."
"It's quite depressing and plenty of times isolating. You'll have a lot of time to think to yourself if you're not being questioned relentlessly by the police or the prosecutor. Or having a visitor. Don't expect to sleep much if at all."
"Sounds like a blast," she said flatly as she threw on her socks and shoes lying under the bed.
"I'll be by as much as I can."
"I know," she sighed as she looked up, having finished.
"Lyn...you can't sit here forever," I said almost wanting to chastise my own tongue.
"I don't see why I can't try," she frowned, yet again forcing herself up.
"It'll be okay. I'll call Wright and we'll have everything straightened out soon," I said embracing her.
She hugged me even tighter. "...Yeah. It'll be fine."
We held each other for some time, before I withdrew knowing if I stood there any longer I would refuse to budge. "Let's go," I said giving a quick peck on her cheek.
Understanding it was time to go, she slipped her small hand into mine. Together we descended down the stairs. When we made our way down to the porch, Gumshoe was still standing there patiently.
"Ms. Doom," he remarked as his shoulders slumped. "Please don't be mad at me...I..."
"You're just doing your job, right...? It sucks, but...it's not your fault."
His eyes told me he was just as sorry as I was, as he defeated, grabbed his handcuffs. Giving my hand a slight squeeze before letting go, she extended her arms, allowing the detective to slap the shining silver cuffs on.
"...Lyn Doom, you're under arrest for the murders of Kevin Hutchison and Kristoph Gavin."
(What? Did I hear that correctly?)
Lyn's mouth opened. "K-Kristoph...? What? I met with Klavier that night and he was-"
"At first we were under the assumption it was Klavier Gavin who died that night, but as it turns out it was Kristoph Gavin playing dress up."
Lyn was stunned into silence, but not for too long. "Then...then where is Klavier? Is he okay? Is he alive?!"
"He's alive. But as for well, that's another story," Gumshoe sighed. "...I hate to do this, but I have to take you in now."
"...I understand."
She looked behind at me with a forlorn expression. "Then... I guess I'll see you later."
"I'll be at the detention center as soon as I can. I promise."
Detective Gumshoe frowned deeply as he took her by the arm and escorted her to the police car, continuing to go through her rights.
Wordlessly, she nodded and focused on the path in front of her. I watched as the police shoved her into the back seat of their black and white cruiser, hopped in their cars and drove away. As if it were nothing.
Again, I was hit with that feeling that was steadily becoming a familiar in my life: powerlessness. I couldn't do anything, yet again. It was still early- I wouldn't be able to see her until the police were finished with questioning. And those took hours.
Running a hand through my hair once more, I went back inside. The day was starting now it seemed. I hopped in the shower. They were normally relaxing, but this one was anxiety ridden.
I had had a feeling it might come to this, but I thought maybe we got lucky considering the amount of time that had passed before any arrest being made. What's more was that Franziska was here believing it had something to do with that organization we dealt with in London. Franziska was skilled- and I trusted her judgement on pegging that particular organization. However...there was no way Lyn was the killer.
But I'd just have to ask him to change her mind about who the true culprit was.
Evidence:
Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.
Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.
Klavier's note: It reads: remember 117691. The code to Klavier's safe in the prosecutor's office.
Kristoph's journal: Predicts his death at the hands of the Seeker organization and everything about them...
Profiles:
Maya Fey: Age 20. Probably my best friend at this point.
Miles Edgeworth: Age 27. My...partner in crime in a sense.
Detective Gumshoe: Age 34. The guy who's saved my hide more times than I can count.
Judge: Age ?. Oldtimer judge. No one knows his real name.
Mia Fey: Deceased. My spirit guide who pops by occasionally to give advice.
Phoenix Wright: Age 27. Pretty awesome dude. We make fun of Miles together.
Klavier Gavin: Age 17. I thought he was dead, but apparently survived.
Kristoph Gavin: Deceased. Apparently an operative of Seeker.
Kay Faraday: Age 17. Ninja warrior friend who's always down for an adventure.