AN: Welcome back to the start of the final case of FT! Hold onto your hats, your jackets, your shirts, your pants, and even your underwear! It's been awhile, so I hope you all are doing well with these crazy times. It took me a while, but I'm finally back. Because the length of this one was running long, I split the chapters. So, the next part will come out sooner.

DJJ680: Sure is! Yes, I'm pretty inspired by that incredible fan game. It's one of my favorites of all time.

ZerothMask: Lol I guess that's up to you xD. There was a minor hint in the chapter that Klavier wasn't exactly right though I imagine most people missed it hehe. My body probably ain't ready either. I've been excited for this forever.

OBSERVER01: You're not wrong. Let's see if she'll be able to escape this trouble!

Cinderfall201: Yep, Kristoph managed to pull the wool over our eyes, cunning trickster~ Well, we'll see if it'll be that simple this time around. Not much you can do from a jail cell, but helping indirectly I suppose is a possibility.

GlaresThatKill: Yes. Your rockstar son is OKAY xD. Thanks! I'm glad I changed POV here for that reason too. I think this will shed light on a few things...whether good or bad, let's find out!

bwburke94: Of course, he does. It's very obviously Detective with a capital D.

Jack54311:Yep, her arrest was pretty much a given for obvious reasons. Woosh! Glad it was interesting. I still have a use for Klavier so I kept him around. Kristoph was always going to die, but lol the variations of it were quite different from how this came out. But that was a couple of years ago hehe. Good question! I think it'll take a lot of clever people to take Seeker out. And thanks for pointing that out! I was so tired of writing I only updated a portion of it, it seems lol.

FSOA: Well, they had a lotttttt of people in the building. I imagined this mission they didn't give a rats ass about flaunting their resources. Lol well, most of the cops in AA are subpar and some are dirty lol.

JordanPhoenix: Haha, then you'll probably share the sentiment with Lyn in this chapter, when it comes to Kristoph xD. Well, I always had a plan for Klavier. I've been planning this part for a reallllllly long time. Lyn would most likely become someone's bitch in prison if she were with the general population xD. It just gets worse from here on out so...enjoy these moments of peace hehehe.

June 1st, 9:00 AM

Wright & Co. Law Offices

(I really need to tidy up in here. But it's a bit hard with Trucy's magic supplies...)

It had taken practically forever, but all of her things I managed to move in. Who knew a kid could own so much stuff? Between stuffed animals, toys, games, and clothes, there were costumes, pictures, and all sorts of weird props like floating spaghetti. For the time being she was with Maya and Pearl in Kurain. She had asked to go spend more time with Pearl to practice some more magic. With it being close to the end of the school year, there wasn't too much point in her attending. On top of that, everything that happened with Zak...it definitely would be a bit of stretch to send her to school and expect her to be focused.

While she never directly showed it, I just knew she was hurting. You could tell Zak had been her world since her mom vanished. And with not, one, but two parents gone, I couldn't imagine Trucy felt great. While I wasn't her real father, I would still do my best to be, in the very least a good father. Maybe I couldn't do much now, but I did my best to make her smile. It was still pretty new, getting used to having her around, but I didn't mind. It was beyond me why Zak would ever think of leaving her behind.

I was going to procrastinate on rearranging the space in the room by instead cleaning the toilets and watering Charley, but then my cell phone started ringing.

I picked up. "Phoenix Wright, speaking."

"Wright," said the somewhat despondent voice on the other end.

"Edgeworth? What's wrong?" I asked, feeling a little uneasy. It was pretty rare Edgeworth called me this early in the morning, and even more rare that he sounded less than composed.

"Lyn's been arrested. It's all over the news."

"What?" I reached for my remote and flicked on the TV.

The camera was zoomed in on the anchor woman as she spoke inside the news studio, "This is breaking news from channel 6. We are getting a report that a suspect, Lyn Doom, a district prosecutor has been apprehended in connection to the double murders that transpired at the Oceanic 2 weeks ago. The victims are identified as Kristoph Gavin, a defense attorney and brother of rock sensation Klavier Gavin, and Kevin Hutchinson, a body guard of the Strong Hold Security-"

I shook my head in disbelief. "Do they really think she did it? How could they arrest her after that mess on the highway, where she was nearly killed?"

"If they arrested her then it's proof enough," he sighed. "Look, it's almost silly to ask now, but you already know what type of person she is and-"

"Of course, I'll take it. It's the least I can do considering I still have my badge."

"Thank you," he paused. "In that case, it'll be a good idea to head to the detention center now. They should be finished with question by now, or at least I hope."

"Do you know who's prosecuting? It's not you, is it?" I asked, hopeful to know exactly what I was walking into.

"Even if I had the opportunity, I wouldn't. It's too much of a conflict of interest," Edgeworth remarked wearily. "You'll be facing Franziska in court."

I winced. I could already feel the stinging sensations on my skin. "Oh boy. I can't wait to be whipped into submission..."

"You'll have to watch yourself. She'll be taking this far more seriously than usual, seeing as it's under Interpol jurisdiction."

"Huh? This is international?"

"Yes, and as a result the stakes are higher, but I'm sure you'll see that for yourself soon enough. For now, I have to go."

"Not coming to the detention center?"

"Not yet. I wanted to do some digging of my own. I'm not a fan of sitting around idly."

"...I understand."

"I'll see you later. Please go as soon as you can."

With that I heard the click. He'd hung up. I frowned.

(Poor guy. He really didn't sound good.)

There was no doubt he was under plenty of stress, but I imagined Lyn must be doing worse. I figured I shouldn't waste any time in getting to the detention center.

June 1st, 9:38 AM

Detention Center

After waiting around for about fifteen minutes, the guards said the police were done with questioning for the time being. And finally they allowed me a chance to speak with Lyn.

I waited on the other side of the glass for some time before the guard moved to allow the door to be opened. They helped walk her to the chair to have a seat before leaving.

The woman I was used to seeing so full of life, was listless.

"Good morning, Lyn," I said trying to get this show on the road.

"Morning," she looked off to the side. "Where the hell have you been?"

I blinked. H-huh? I was just-"

"You left me alone in front of that...thing! And now, I'm up shits creak with those detectives," she huffed glaring at the wall.

"What thing...?"

But she ignored me, continuing her intense discussion still having her point fixated on the wall. "...My fault? ...Look I'm sorry about all of this. You know I am, but there's still a chance..."

At first I thought she was speaking to me, but the realization dawned on me that she was talking...to no one. It was only a gray wall. There was no one else here besides us, and she wasn't drawing her frustrations out on me. But on whatever or whoever it was she thought she was seeing. It was as though I wasn't there at all.

Unsettled, I cleared my throat loudly. "Hi...?"

"Ah," she said looking directly at me. Even though she was staring at me, I couldn't help but feel she wasn't paying attention. As if her mind was completely elsewhere. "Uh. Sorry. I'm a little tired. I didn't know questioning was so brutal."

"...That's alright," I said, doing my best to ignore her peculiar behavior. "How are you?"

She folded her arms, looking up. "Well, let's see. Minus the police hounding me hour after hour for answers, and limited to a confined space sealed in like the Cask of Amontillado...I guess I'm alright."

"Sorry."

"You're telling me. Yesterday was too much. And now this?"

I had nearly forgotten about the hostage situation with this news. Edgeworth had been caught up in it as I heard when I called him the yesterday night. It seemed like the cards were not stacking up in their favor lately.

But I had to focus on the matter of hand. "So about the case..."

Lyn sighed as she adjusted her glasses, pressing them upright on her nose. "I'm pretty screwed."

"It looks bad but we can figure it out-"

"No, you don't understand," she shook her head with vigor. "Things have gone from bad to worse."

"What do you mean?"

"Now that it turns out Klavier is alive and Kristoph is dead... people are really thinking I did it."

"Well..things could always be worse," I said in a feeble attempt to reassure her.

Lyn glared at me with an intensity of a razor's edge. "Please, show me how."

"Err..." That look was nearly as harsh as Edgeworth's looks when he did something deemed to be 'idiotic'. I was going to try again to say something more assuring, but buried the thought. "...Actually, wait. Didn't you meet with Klavier that night?"

"That's what I thought I was doing. But apparently not," Lyn said dryly. "I go up there to meet his baby brother, who I actually consider a human being, a decent one at that, and it's this freak posing as him? Dressed up in his clothes and everything! I'll tell you he did a good job. I was convinced, though I thought he was little paler than usual."

"You know," she said wiping her glasses on her Jammin' Ninja t-shirt. "If not for the situation I'm in, I probably would be celebrating his death with drinks. I'd buy out a whole bar. I'd even hire Mike Meekins to pop out of a cake with a singing telegram and a strip tease! Even in death this guy...pisses me off. I hope he's enjoying hell right now."

I began to sweat bullets. You could feel her hatred of the man emanating off of her. "Please tell me you didn't say anything like that to the police."

"Of course not," she said folding arms. "...Probably not."

(Oh boy.)

"But it's no surprise. Everyone knew I hated him. Seeing that it's him who died that night...well there's a pretty good motive I guess," she clutched her glasses tightly in her hand. "Ugh! Fuck him! I could have been home by now!"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The woman took a deep breath. "Forget it. It's nothing for you to worry about," she put her glasses back on. "It's my fault anyway..."

(Sounds like there's more to it than that.)

But I could always ask about it later. I needed some relevant info about the case, to not be so in the dark. "Anyway, can you tell me more about the night of the murders?"

"Yeah, sure it's not like I haven't been asked over a thousand times already," she complained with a sigh. "Let's see...I got a text the night before from Klavier, or maybe Kristoph, I don't know. They asked me to meet them at the bar to talk, since there had been a lot on his mind. I hadn't heard from him in a really time since that case to stop your badge from being taken away. So, I was worried. I wanted to meet."

"But Miles didn't really like the timing of it, since Klavier came back after the whole kidnapping thing with Vera. Miles hired a guard. So, the next night me and the guard went to the bar. I was taken to a private room to talk to 'Klavier' while the guard stayed in another room nearby. It was all pretty normal. We played pool, talked and had food...till he had spilled wine on me."

"I went to the bathroom to wash it off. By the time I came back into the room, he was sprawled out dead on the pool table. I freaked out obviously. I left the room, and stood in the hallway to page the guard and call the police. I got more worried when the guard didn't come to help, plus I thought I heard stuff in the hall. I went into the room that had a door already sorta open...and then I saw that the guard was dead."

"What did you do then?"

"Panicked some more. Called Miles. Um...Oh. I heard someone outside the door. Looked like they were just standing in front of it. Waiting for me. That's when I knew I had to get out of there. I climbed out the back window, ran to my car, and well, you know what happened next."

"I take it you had no clue as to who was standing in front of the door?" I stroked my chin.

"Nope. It was creepy how they stood there for a long time...so I thought it was the killer coming back to finish me off, since they'd already killed 'Klavier' and the guard."

"Did you see anyone else that night?"

She shook her head. "No one besides the waitress. If there were people in other rooms down the hall, I wouldn't know. I only left once to use the bathroom and didn't see anyone."

(Hm...I wonder if there are any witnesses. It looks like this is as much as we'll get from her about the events that night.)

"Well, there's only one more thing left to ask: Did you do it?"

Lyn rolled her eyes. "No way. I didn't kill Kristoph nor the guard. And no, I didn't hire anyone to do it either."

"That's all I needed to know," I said. I knew she didn't do it, but after Matt Engarde it was always better to be safe than sorry. And seeing as how Lyn knew how the magatama worked, it would be stupid of her to lie to me. "I'll take your case."

"Thanks. Not sure if I should be relieved or if I should fan girl now," she said removing her glasses to twirl them in her hand.

"Fan girl over what?"

A slight blush appeared on her dark skin. "Eheheh. Well, if you've played the Ace Attorney games, you know the process...you get a call or someone barges in and convinces you to see someone at the detention center. You talk to the suspect, ask if they did it, decide to take the case based on the magatama, present random evidence...you know, the works."

"..."

"Hey, d-don't look at me like that! Can't I have a slight moment of joy in the perpetual misery I've been in?" she pouted.

(I still think the whole game thing is weird on a number of levels, but I'm no Grinch.)

Well, she did seem to be in a slightly better mood because of something I usually did? So I guess it wouldn't hurt to indulge her a little before I left. "Um, alright."

I did what I always had to do and presented my badge.

"You know, it's slightly different seeing it from behind the glass. I usually make fun of it, but now it does make me feel more hopeful," she said adjusting her glasses.

"Heh. Of course, this badge is a symbol of protecting those who can't protect themselves."

(Okay. I'll have to admit that that was a bit of an ego boost...)

I presented my profile next.

"Haha you suck at taking pictures. But don't worry, there's hope for you," Lyn shot me a wide grin. "I used to be really bad at taking pictures. I hated them, honestly. I'd hide behind people who were taller than me in pictures all the time. And then I never showed teeth either."

"What changed?"

"Laughing at other people. Like, if I think of how I caused a pancake to fall on Miles' face, I can't stop laughing," she snorted. "It's more natural that way to think of something funny!"

"If only something like that happened to him daily...more people would laugh."

"Hehehe, well you never know," she winked.

Imagine a prank show where the only victim were Edgeworth. I'd invest without any thought. Next, I presented Edgeworth's profile, curious to how she would respond.

"Ah, yes. My wife ahaha."

I smirked. "What? Your wife?"

The girl, contorted her face into a grimace and postured herself to stand upright, with her nose in the air. " 'Lyn, it's your turn to do laundry. No, I'm not your maid. And take your medicine before you forget. Like you always do...' "

I chuckled. She held Edgeworth's know it all and sarcastic tone well.

"Who's always nagging me and always right about everything? Clearly a wife," the woman said laughing at her own jokes. "Ah, he also cooks far better than I ever will."

"So I take it you're the guy in this scenario?"

"I have to admit, I do many stupid things on a regular basis. That's why I had next to no girl friends and plenty of guys to hang out with growing up," she wiped her glasses on her shirt.

Once again, she exhaled deeply, lips curling into a frown. "But with all this going on...I feel pretty bad. I'm always getting into some kinda trouble. I know I have to be a pain in the ass for him."

"I wouldn't worry about that. As much as we tease him for being a stick in the mud, he does care a lot."

Lyn only replied with a noncommittal grunt. It almost reminded me of how often Maya would think of herself as useless, when in fact it was far from the truth.

To change the topic, I presented the last profile I had on hand.

"Hm? Well, that's me. At a time where I could sleep...Lucky bitch," she looked off to the side at whatever imaginary person was there. "Eh. You are one. Deal with it."

Come to think of it, she did look a little worse for wear, definitely worse than the last time I had seen her at the hospital. Even with glasses on her face, the bags were visible along with the dark circles.

"No sleep?"

"Not much," she said redirecting her attention to me. "But it's fine. I'm crazy. Crazy people don't need sleep."

(...They probably should be getting more than usual. Since lack of sleep increases the insanity or so I've heard.)

Seeing as I had presented all profiles and I had no evidence yet, I figured I'd done my good deed. It was time to start investigating for real. "Well, I need to check the crime scene now."

While Lyn seemed a bit happier after I presented those profiles, upon hearing I needed to go caused some of that brightness that had shown up in her eyes to dim. "Alright."

"Believe me, I'll be back. Probably with more questions. But Edgeworth, I'm sure will be over."

The woman nodded, though it wasn't without reservation. I guessed she really didn't want to be left alone. Or to return to more interrogations. "Ah. Before you go, here."

She was scribbling something down on a piece of paper. Once she was finished, she passed it through the tiny drawer between the glass. I grabbed it.

"It's a letter of request. Hopefully that helps," Lyn said adjusting her glasses.

Hastily written letter of request accepted to court record.

"Thanks, I'm sure it will," I said. "I'll be back soon, so hang tight."

"See ya."

June 1st, 10:38 AM

The Oceanic

When I entered the bar, I was surprised by how much blue was plastered everywhere. The atmosphere from the get go made me feel like I was underwater.

"Sorry, sir, but I'm afraid we aren't open until 11-" said a cute blond woman who I assumed to be a waitress.

I shook my head presenting my badge. "I'm not here to drink or anything. I'm here to investigate the crime scene for my client."

"Ah, I see! A lawyer, huh? Sorry about the confusion," she said wiping her hands on her black apron decorated with octopus, sharks, and dolphins. "Lots of people have been trying to come in early lately since they see the lights on. Anyway, I would show to the investigation, but I'm not allowed to leave my post. All you need to do is take a right, and go straight down. It'll lead you into a corridor and well, you'll see all the cops there."

"Thank you."

"It is my pleasure," she said with a wink and dazzling smile.

I suddenly felt very warm under the collar. I only grinned sheepishly in reply before I walked away following her instructions. I had to admit it was rare when a seemingly normal woman flirted with me. Most of the time they turned out to be crazy...

I returned my focus to the investigation seeing some police officers hanging out in the narrow hallway. Two doors were wide open, one room was a bit more vacant than the other, so I opted to slip my way into the crowded space.

June 1st, 10:42 AM

The Oceanic, Private Room 3

(If my hunch is right, she should be in here-)

CRACK.

I jumped up reflexively to avoid my feet getting trounced by the whip. Maybe all those times of being whipped into unconscious helped my responses.

(Did she have an antenna or something? How on Earth did she see me so quickly?!)

"Phoenix Wright!" the German woman pointed. "What is your foolishly foolish self doing here, sullying my perfect crime scene?"

"It's nice to see you too, Franziska." It was great to see that she was still acting as openly hostile as ever.

"Harumph. I suppose it will be a good time to defeat you in court tomorrow, since I am assuming this is your reason for appearing here," she remarked arms folded.

"Ayup. You know me just foolishly defending as always."

"At least even you are aware of your own nonsense." Franziska cocked her head slightly to left with a smirk. "And it will be nothing short of nonsense for you to believe you have so much as a case against me."

(Oh no. She's OVERLY confident.)

"And why is that, may I ask?" I said as I stroked my chin. "After all, I've beaten you every other time prior."

It was definitely a mistake to say that, as the immediate response was one, two, three... lashes against my chest. Ack. "Those were different times. But now? I have far more resources - competent resources."

The lashes definitely hurt, but I was starting to think I had been whipped so much that my pain threshold had risen, since it didn't hurt as much as I remembered. "...Do you mean Interpol?"

"Indeed," she remarked. "Most of my time is spent working Interpol on high profile cases. And they happen to be more reliable than the bumbling foolish fools I have seen before."

"Why is Interpol involved here? It's just a murder case, no?"

Franziska wagged her finger at me. "And wouldn't you like to know? You will have to wait to see the findings of my perfect investigation tomorrow, Phoenix Wright."

(No dice. I should have figured as much.)

But it wouldn't hurt to attempt to find out more about the case from her. "Why are you so certain about your case? I mean after all, I doubt Edgeworth would date a murderer."

"It has very decisive evidence and witnesses and-" she paused. "What do you say? Date a murderer?"

(You know, I have this strong feeling I shouldn't have said that.)

"Uhm...you can forget I said anything at all- AUGH!"

The whip lashes came ferociously this time. Never mind about any pain tolerance...my chest wanted to cry.

"Why are you informed of this and not I ?! My little brother dating...the criminal of my investigation?!"

"I don't know-EEP!"

Five more lashes came my way. Now, it was my legs that wanted to cry. Why did I have to be the punching bag? It wasn't my fault for Edgeworth not telling her...though if this was the reaction, I could clearly see why...

"Miles Edgeworth, you foolishly foolish fool of a brother! You have much explaining to do!" she announced as she left the room.

(Oops. Sorry, Edgeworth. I think I may have unleashed Pandora's Box...)

But maybe with her gone, I could investigate the scene. The room wasn't all too large, and I took a step to get a closer look at the pool table- but not before I was stopped by a fierce looking old man in a trench coat riddled with bullet holes.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked with a gruff, as he stared me down with what looked like a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

As confident as I could muster, I presented my badge. "Phoenix Wright. I'm an attorney representing-"

"Proof," he demanded as he was reaching into his coat for something. I could tell this guy didn't want to waste any time.

Without a word, I gave him the letter of request. His eyes quickly glazed over the words as he just as quickly crumbled it up in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Alright," he said, though it was without enthusiasm or even much concern. "This room is off limits. We're not done investigating yet. Next door is fine. Just don't get in the way, got it?"

"Y-yeah. Got it."

Finally, he reached into the coat to pull out a mirror, staring into it intently.

"Actually, before I start, I wanted to ask you a few things."

He didn't respond.

(Great conversationalist, you are.)

"I already introduced myself, but I have no idea who you are. The only detective I've usually seen is Detective Gumshoe."

"Badd. Detective Badd," he said never once removing his eyes from the mirror.

"I actually don't know much about the case..."

He put the mirror way, seemingly satisfied with what he had seen or didn't see. There was a long pause, before he removed what I thought was a cigarette from his mouth, but actually a lollipop. "Two victims. Kristoph Gavin in this room. Kevin Hutchison in the other room."

Pulling it out from his coat, he shoved three documents into my hand. "Look those over. Don't bother me unless you've read them."

Annoyingly given 2 autopsy reports and crime scene photos.

Kevin Hutchinson Autopsy Report: Estimated time of death 9:05 PM. Cause of death slit throat. Died within 1 minute. Traces of benzodiazepine discovered in system.

Kristoph Gavin Autopsy Report: Estimated time of death 9:22 PM. Cause of death blunt force trauma to head. Died instantly.

The first crime scene photo showed a picture of a muscular man with sunglasses and an ear piece slumped over in a chair, bleeding out. The other image was of Kristoph slumped over on the pool table in the room, blood pouring out under him and spreading out on the table. The pool cue is on the floor.

(Ugh. These are gruesome. What happened that night?)

TAKE THAT!

I wouldn't even bother waste my time trying to get words out of this guy without evidence. I presented the profile of Kevin Hutchison. "So what was the deal with this guy?"

"A body guard. Worked for this company Strong Hold Security. A bit of an idiot, I heard, but didn't do anything of note to deserve his throat being slit."

"And Gavin?" I asked presenting his profile.

He held up the mirror, stroking his goatee. "He wasn't exactly liked in the police department. And your client there, hated his guts. Whoever did him in was pissed."

"Why do you say that?"

"You can't see it in the picture...but when we turned him over, his face was all smashed in. Whoever did him in, rammed the pool cue through his eye and right into his damn skull."

I involuntarily shuddered.

"No murder is pleasant, but I've seen far less brutal."

"Maybe, I could see Gavin, but why would Ms. Doom kill the guard? After all, he was hired to protect her."

Badd shrugged as he slowly removed the lollipop from his mouth. "Isn't that your job, kid? It ain't mine to figure out a story to spin in defense of her. I have my own theories on why, but you won't be hearing anything until tomorrow."

"Fair enough."

(I'm seriously missing Gumshoe. I could pull more from him than this guy for sure.)

TAKE THAT!

"Sorry, but could you explain what benzodiazepine is in the autopsy? I get this is drugs, but..."

"Just a fancy word for sleeping pills."

"Sleeping pills? ...That's strange. If I'm supposed to be protecting someone with my life I'd want to be fully alert."

"Ain't that the truth," he said stroking chin. "It's hard enough to guard a person without drugs."

(I should keep this in mind.)

"Also, what was the murder weapon used to slit his throat?"

"Knife from the restaurant," he replied without missing a beat.

"Anyway, I'm done entertaining you," Badd said, clearly wanting me out of his hair. "Feel free to look into the other room, but get out of this one. Come back later when we're done."

"Alright," I said. "Thanks for info."

He didn't reply at all, just kept staring out of his mirror. I had to wonder just what he was hoping to see with it... But with a sigh of disappointment, I left the room. I had a feeling all the important information, those big juicy pieces were being withheld. But it was typical of regular investigations. As I lamented in sorrow, the life of a defense attorney going into things somewhat blindfolded, I found myself colliding with someone out in the hallway.

"Ow..." It was a girl, in a bit of a strange outfit, pink shirt, navy blue skirt and a giant scarf to match. The gloves and boots, and how her long flowing ponytail was tied up with a golden key, made me wonder if she wanted to be a superhero or something.

"Sorry about that," I said offering my hand. "I should have been paying more attention."

With a large grin, she grabbed my hand and pulled herself up. "No worries, mister! That was my b! I was running down looking for Uncle Badd without thinking."

"...Your that guy's niece?" I asked incredulously. I had meant to say it in my head, but it was too unbelievable for me. This girl was way too upbeat to have any association with that grump inside!

"Yeah," she jumped up. "Well, not by blood. But he's always been like a real uncle to me anyhow! I know he seems kinda mean, but deep down he's a good guy."

"Ah. I guess he's good with people he knows well, in that case," I sighed. "I should try to see what I can figure out regardless. Sorry about running-"

HOLD IT!

"H-huh?"

"I get the problem, citizen! Uncle Badd is giving you a hard time investigating, right?" she dramatically put her hands on her hips. "Allow me, the great Yatagarasu to assist!"

I blinked in confusion. Could she do something about Badd? And I had definitely heard Yatagarasu before, though I couldn't quite place it...

"...Are you sure you want to help a complete stranger? I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Huh? But you wouldn't be here if you weren't helping Lyn, right?"

Just who was this girl?

"You know Lyn?"

"Yep! We're good friends," she grinned almost devilishly. "I went to see her in the detention center and she said that there was a guy in a blue suit and spikes for hair defending her in court. And if I saw him, I should help him out if I could!"

"I have a name you know," I said finding myself sweating.

Ignoring me, she continued on. "Anyway, I'm the Great Yatagarasu, Kay Faraday!"

"Phoenix Wright. Nice to meet you."

She stared at me for a while, in scrutiny like I was some sort of lab experiment. "Oo! I get it!"

"Get what...?" I couldn't keep up with this girl's energy.

"Mr. Edgeworth would always talk about 'that man', 'that person', 'guy in the blue'! He must be talking about you!"

"...Why does no one remember I have a name?" I asked. "You know Edgeworth too?"

"Yeah! He never mentioned me? I'm his official assistant! Hm...but it could because I blew my nose in his cravat that one time."

I couldn't contain my laughter at the image. I only wished I could have been there to see it in person.

(I wonder what the heck his investigations are like with her around. Certainly not calm...She and Maya would probably get along too well.)

"Well, if you can help, it would be nice. I can't look into that room until Badd and his team are done. The only thing I can do is go in the room next door."

"Then let's go! This great thief with her skills for great justice!" she declared as she ran off ahead of me into the room on the left.

June 1st, 11:06 AM

The Oceanic, Private Room 2

The room looked identical to the one on the right, where the police were still looking into matters. Though, the difference here was the absurd amount of dried blood left behind on the chair by the table.

"Ugh," Kay said as her large eyes fell upon the chair. "So gross..."

Unfortunately, I figured it was best to start with the most obvious ugly sight in the room. Walking over to it, I didn't see anything that stood out. I checked under the chair cushion, and saw nothing of note. Nothing under the chair either.

I took out the crime scene photo and compared. Kevin was sitting had been slumped over in the chair, eyes slumped with the blood pouring out from his neck. The knife used to kill was dropped on the floor in front of him. As disgusting as would be to see it up front, I did wish I had a chance to view the room before they removed his body.

Kay who had taken a step back, must have seen my frown with the picture in hand. "Mr. Wright! Can I see that picture?"

"Huh?" She wasn't enthralled by the dried blood so I had no idea why she'd want the actually horror show, but I didn't have time to ask as she eagerly snatched the photo out of my hand. In her other hand, she had some type of small black device that she was typing something into with quick fingers.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, but she paid no attention to me, very focused on whatever it was she was entering.

When Kay was finished she raised the device into the air. "Alright, Little Thief, let's do this!"

Before my eyes, the entire room was covered in this green static like tint. And now, in what was the empty chair, a shadow figure slumped over was sitting with the holographic knife on the floor in front of it. On the table of was a representation of a glass.

What the heck was going on? What was going on in the room? "W-what is this? What just happened?"

"This is the Little Thief! If I get information about a crime scene I can put it in and sorta recreate the scene," she grinned proudly. "I just entered what I saw from the picture. So, if you have anything you want me to change or fix from this scene let me know. "

"...Is this how you usually help Edgeworth?" I asked her, curiously.

Kay rubbed her hands together, as though she were scheming something. She held a small smirk. "Yep! That and I steal the truth!"

I doubted Edgeworth would allow her to steal anything, knowing him. "Uh, well as long as you don't steal anything real that's not the truth, I guess I don't mind?"

She chuckled to herself. "But I need treasure..."

"I doubt you'll find anything like that here," I said. Unless she was thinking of alcohol, there was nothing interesting in a bar.

But the girl laughed at and went about her business, looking at the pool table on the other side of the room. Well, I guess I could see how she and Lyn were friends. If there was any indication from what I've seen and what's Edgeworth mentioned in passing is that Lyn was a bonafide troll. And seeing Kay, who I felt was adventurous and probably prone to mischief...it wouldn't be a shock to assume they would be friendly with each other.

I turned my attention back to the weird faceless shadow person in the chair. So, he would have looked like this based on the crime scene.

"So, I basically...find a contradiction with this?" I muttered to myself. That would have to be it, since Kay said she could adjust the hologram thing if needed with new information. It was definitely no magatama, but it without a doubt looked useful.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Based on what Badd had said, the guard would have been killed first. His throat was slashed and he died shortly after, in about a minute. ...The sleeping pills.

Yes, that was the strange part about it. If you were supposed to be on guard duty, protecting someone's life, why on earth would you take sleeping pills before?

"Kay," I called to her. I wanted to experiment with a couple of things.

"Yup! What do you need?"

"Could you go back to the moment before death?"

She cocked her head to the right side, curious about what I was doing, but entered it into the Little Thief. "Alrighty!"

Now, the shadow in the chair was sitting upright. Good. "Now, can you add our murderer? They were holding a knife."

Nodding, Kay typed in the new edition to the scene. This time, there was another shadow person, standing in front of the victim holding a knife at them.

In my head, I tried to visualize the scene in action before me. The bodyguard was sitting upright and the murderer attacks him...no. That didn't make sense. Based on the photo, there's nothing to suggest a struggle. Everything in the room is intact. And the victim was a bodyguard. I can't imagine him sitting through an attack, and not defending himself.

Therefore, he had to be already asleep when he was attacked for such a clean cut.

"The victim was already asleep, before he was killed," I said.

"Ah! So that changes things," she said more to herself than me. She types it in the device and raises it in the air. The scene now has our victim slumped over asleep, as the assailant approaches them.

Now, I wondered where they brought the knife from. The kitchen? Another room? Based on the picture, it didn't look the guard had purchased any food. But I drew my attention to the glass that was on the table: He bought a drink.

It only left me with another nagging question: When did he take the sleeping pills? Or better yet: Was he even the one to take them? Did someone drug him, his drink?

It just doesn't make sense, to know you are protecting someone with your life and to take sleeping pills the same day. The fact that it appeared in his system the night of the murder bothered me. It would make more sense to have willingly taken sleeping pills the day before, but not when you were assigned to protect someone.

So, actually no. I was certain he had been drugged.

But when and by who, were the bigger questions to answer.

"Alright, um, I think I'm good now," I said rubbing the back of my head. Kay pulled up her scarf slightly with a little grin, as she powered down the Little Thief. The strange green had vanished and the state of the room returned to normal. Whereas the magatama made me feel a particular heaviness, being in a simulation made me feel out of place...like a spectator trying to put a puzzle piece together. Sure, the magatama had aspects of this, but it felt...more personal. The Little Thief was better for brute logic.

At that revelation, I had to laugh. This was totally Edgeworth's area.

"Huh? What's funny Mr. Wright?"

"Ah, nothing much," I changed the subject. I'd keep my Edgeworth was a robot jokes to myself. It didn't look like there was much else to this room, so I figured enough time had passed to make the excuse of checking anyway.

"Let's see if Detective Badd will let us into the scene next door."

"Let's go!" Kay had already ran out the door before I could respond. Following along, I walked out. Jeez, trying to keep up with her was making me feel old. How did Edgeworth do it? I could only imagine what types of problems she'd walk into acting like that.

June 1st, 11:27 AM

The Oceanic, Private Room 3

As soon as I took a step into the room, without looking at me directly, as he was using his mirror, Detective Badd spoke. "Before you ask, no, I'm not done investigating. Leave."

What a guy. I couldn't even open my mouth before being shot down.

The teenager frowned. "Aww, but Uncle Badd!"

"Kay, what are you doing here with that clown?"

"He's not a clown, he's 'that man'!" she protested. "I'm assisting him in the investigation, since Lyn is my friend and I know she didn't do it! You don't really think so, do you?"

(...Sigh.)

"..I'm only following the evidence. But so far, it doesn't look good."

"But-"

Badd stroked his chin. "I'll tell you what. You follow your gut, that's how you find the truth, good or bad. I'll do the same. And if you're with that guy there, make sure he's not doing anything funny during the investigation, alright?"

(Good grief, why is everyone putting me on the chopping block today?)

She nodded. "Alright! We'll find the best truth!"

(Well, so much for that. We covered ground in the room next door, no problem, but without seeing this one, there's not much else to do here. I guess I can check out the precinct. I might be able to squeeze some information out of Gumshoe.)

June 1st, 12:17 PM

Criminal Affairs Department

It was a shock to see all the officers in the precinct actually working for a change. They were all at their desks busily writing or typing away.

"What are you doing?! You don't wanna be caught slacking off by gramps or that crazy whip lady, do you ?" yelled a detective at another who had Solitaire up on his computer.

"No, sir!"

(Franziska and Detective Badd must be an intimidating duo...)

"What are you doing here?" asked Gumshoe spotting me down the hall. For some reason, he seemed a bit sullen.

"Gummy! Long time no see!"

But I saw how his eyes lit up at the sight of Kay. "Kay! It's been a while!"

"Yeah! I'm here to help with the investigation for Lyn."

"Is that so?" he asked, looking off to the side.

I was a little put off by the detective's demeanor. Even when he was stressed, he never seemed depressed like this. "Everything okay, Gumshoe?"

The large man slumped his shoulders and sighed. "Honestly...I just have a bad feeling about this whole case."

"Why?" I asked him.

But before he could answer, I felt a sense of heaviness surround me. The background of the room faded away until all I could see was Gumshoe standing in front of me with the loud rattling of the chains...emerging from them 1,2,3, and 4 psyche-locks.

(What?...Gumshoe is hiding something? But what?)

"I don't know...just call it a gut feeling," he said quietly to himself. He noticed me staring. "...Is everything alright, with you pal? I feel like you're burning a hole through my head. It's making me feel weird."

"Ah, sorry. I was thinking," I brushed off. I wondered what he could be keeping to himself. He was usually an open book...or an easy to read book. Maybe I could crack him later.

For now, I decided to start with presenting some profiles.

The detective frowned deeply as he scratched the back of his head looking at Lyn's profile. "I feel awful about having to arrest Ms. Doom."

"You were the one to make the arrest?"

"Yeah," he said looking off to the side once more. "I tried to protest it, but as it stood, there are no other leads for the murders that night. If not for her injuries she probably would have been arrested sooner."

Without warning, Gumshoe stomped on the ground. "...I never want to have to do anything like that again! It was terrible having to arrest Mr. Edgeworth that one time, but this...can you imagine spending a day praying that your partner makes it out alive from a hostage scenario and then the next day you're arrested for murder? After barely surviving a deadly car crash? Having to make that arrest was-is one of the worst feeling in the world. I hope Ms. Doom doesn't hate me..."

"Gummy..." Kay frowned.

"I'm sure she doesn't, detective. You were only doing what you were supposed to."

My reassurance didn't seem to make any impact though. "And Mr. Edgeworth..." he sighed.

"He didn't sound too well when he called me this morning," I said.

"Who would in a time like this?!" he barked. "Mr. Edgeworth always seems composed when push comes to shove but...he was hurt this morning. And it's all my fault... If you can, do me a favor and go check on him for me."

(Gumshoe...)

"Come to think of it, why aren't you on the crime scene? I notice there's a gruff old guy down there now."

"Ah, you mean Pops," Gumshoe seemed, surprisingly to glow a little bit in reference to Badd. "We did do our initial investigation, but since Interpol has taken over, the local police force is more or less support for right now."

"Well, Detective Badd certainly doesn't strike me as helpful..."

"Sorry, Uncle Badd is kinda mean to strangers," Kay said with a slight grin.

Gumshoe nodded in agreement. "Pops has seen and been through a lot. He takes some getting used to...he wasn't even all that nice when he took me under his wing as a rookie. But he's good at what he does."

(He's also good at being intimidating.)

"But I have to admit," Kay said cocking her head to the side. "It's a bit odd seeing Ms. von Karma working with Uncle Badd...well."

"I think it might be because Ms. von Karma is obsessed with this case. It has a lot to do with the group she's been hunting for a few months...Seeker, I think it's called," he said raising his bushy eyebrows up and down.

"What's Seeker?" I asked him.

"From what I've heard it's a criminal organization that wants to ruin our law systems," he said as he reached into one of his deep coat pockets, fishing out a magazine clipping. "Here. I think this article explains it."

Given sleazy looking tabloid.

It wasn't a particularly long article, but it seemed to imply that this Seeker organization had plenty of nefarious intent to using the law for their own purposes, by first abolishing the standard rule of law...and then it derailed very quickly to cults, illegal human experiments, and government conspiracies.

(I should just highlight the only relevant part later.)

Over my shoulder, Kay had skimmed the brief piece of writing, if you could call it that. "Huh, so this Seeker group, is basically like the Illuminati?"

"Honestly, I don't know very much," Gumshoe shrugged. "Ms. von Karma and Interpol have a tight lid on the whole thing, giving us only the things we really need to know. I only found that article by accident in the supermarket."

Of course, that's where he found it. I found myself sweating, but I supposed that some information was better than nothing. Not relenting, I continued to press for anything I could get by presenting the crime scene photos.

"Hey, pal...as much as I would like to help you, I'm not really supposed to be saying anything about the case," Gumshoe said scratching his head. "Ms. von Karma will kill me, but even more so...I don't wanna think about what Pops might do."

"Puleeeeeeeeeese?" Kay asked with wide eyes.

The detective fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to avert eye contact with her. "I...um..."

But the teenager didn't stop pleading, going as far to stand directly in front of him to ensure there was no way he could avoid her."But our investigation needs help! Please Gummy!"

"Grra..." Gumshoe sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat. His resolve was weak when it came to Kay. "...You didn't hear anything from me. Alright?"

"Scouts honor!"

Once more the detective exhaled. He was conflicted about handing this out, more so than usual. "Those were nasty scenes that night. And Ms. Doom's car crash was the icing on the cake. It was a chaotic night. Though..."

He paused, blinking as he scratched his head. Gumshoe opened his mouth, but just as quickly closed it.

"Though...?" I pressed on, figuring that whatever it was bothering him was important.

With reluctance, he began again. "Though...the Gavin situation was the weirdest thing."

I presented Kristoph's profile. "So, at first you didn't realize it was Kristoph Gavin."

Gumshoe nodded. "Honestly, they look pretty similar despite the age difference. On top of that, he was wearing his brother's clothes. I still don't get why."

He was right, that was pretty peculiar. As far we knew Kristoph and Lyn had a bad history. Why would he trick her into meeting him masquerading as Klavier? It would make sense for him to know she probably would have been unwilling to meet him in general, but why meet her at all?

"...Actually, what's the real Klavier think about all of this?" I asked him.

Gumshoe's eyes widened, but then he quickly looked off to the side as he did when he was deeply contemplating. "I think...you might find out from him yourself."

Huh? What did he mean by that? Not like we were on speaking terms. I guess it could only mean one thing, in that case. "He's coming to court, is he?"

"It's been talked about. But it's not set in stone. I think if the trial continues longer than expected, you might see him."

"I'm guessing there's no expectation of this going 3 days."

The detective shook his head. "You'd be lucky to manage past 1 day. Pops and Ms. von Karma are confident in their investigation."

The energetic girl frowned. It wasn't really fitting of her personality. "But she didn't do it! You don't believe she did, do you, Gummy?"

"Of course not!" he nearly snapped. We stood stunned for a moment or two- and so did Gumshoe, perhaps baffled by his own sudden outburst. He seemed so...frustrated. The detective frowned, looking down at the floor in shame. "Sorry, Kay. I know she didn't. I know that. It's just that..."

That heavy feeling was forming around him once again, but it was stopped before the psyche-locks fully manifesting, by Kay's question. "If you know that it's not true, why aren't you telling us more? I might not know much about the lawyer stuff...but I do know the police have bucket loads of info. These are like crumbs!"

"Kay..." the man looked torn, between his duty and wanting to help. Or perhaps something else, as those psyche-locks hung around him. He sighed in defeat. "...You didn't hear it from me, but I hear there's a witness in the building still. Maybe somewhere down the hall, off to the right, in a small interrogation room...that's all I know."

Like a wrecking ball, Kay rammed into Gumshoe and hugged him, as best she could considering the size of the detective. "Thanks, Gummy."

He returned the hug, but it was without the gusto he usually had. I'd rarely seen it in Gumshoe, but he had this sad, despondent look in his eyes. Just what was up with him? I doubted it was just Lyn's arrest- after all when Edgeworth and Maggey were on the chopping block he was a little down, but he worked his butt off in both those scenarios. Now, he was defeated. There was definitely more to the case than meets the eye, but until I uncovered more dirt, I couldn't do anything to those psyche-locks.

Once Kay had pulled herself off Gumshoe, we followed his directions down the hall, taking a right turn and coming across a small room. From the outside window, I could see there was a woman sitting at the long table in a metal folding chair, fiddling with some strange devices in her hands. Was it her?

(Well, only one way to find out.)

With some hesitation, I clamped the metallic handle to the door and pulled it open.

"Oh, Mr. Wright!"

"Hm?"

"I'm going to stand outside as a watch! You know, in case any coppers show up."

(Why are you talking like 1950s gangster?)

Funny language aside, I had to admit it was a good idea. Gumshoe wasn't supposed to let us in on any info, especially not a witness at the station. I couldn't imagine what could happen if another officer showed up as I asked them a few questions.

"Alright," I nodded, agreeing to the plan. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do out there."

There was a twinkle in her eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Uh...she wouldn't be that bold to do anything in a police station I hoped. But I shrugged it off, entering the room. I took a seat across from the woman. She had thick black hair and pale skin. I couldn't see her eyes, as they were covered by large circular frames nor her mouth as she wore a blue surgical mask. From what else I could see she was wearing pale blue scrubs. Maybe she was a doctor of some sort?

"Hi there," I started, presenting my badge. "I'm Phoenix Wright, an attorney. I heard you were at the Oceanic the night of the murder, Miss...?"

"Hehehe it is Ms. Eva Green to you," she said in a lower raspier voice than I anticipated. "Though, I remember being informed by the blue haired vixen, I shan't talk to any strange spiked head attorneys."

"Oh." It figures that Franziska would try to dissuade people from talking to me.

"But..." she pulled out a metal pick. "I am willing to over look that warning for a price."

"Um," I suddenly felt very nervous. That thing in her hand looked like one of the scary tools they used at the dentist. "What's this price?"

"Allow me to examine your teeth," she said in a honeyed tone. "It'd be fascinating to see."

What.

I hadn't been to the dentist in some time, and I sure as heck did not want an impromptu examination from this lady!

"You know, every mouth tells an interesting story. No one's mouth is the same, even though we have the same teeth," she said, now turning bright red placing a gloved hand on her cheek. "So, please. Let me. Let me see your teeth!"

(...Ugh. The weird stuff I do for my clients...)

"And if I do this, we'll talk about the case?"

"Mmmmhmmm."

I sighed, slowly opening my mouth. I shouldn't be doing this seeing how this lady has a weird oral fixation that... I would stop that thought right there and let it die. Eva eagerly stood up, showing herself to be pretty short, and walked around to the other side of the table, taking her surgical tools out. Without hesitation, she shoved the mirror thing and the scraper right into my mouth poking and prodding everything in her sight. Ugh.

"Hehehe... Quite the fascinating history...quite," she said as she was finally finished exploring my mouth, removing those evil devices.

"What do you mean by fascinating history?"

"Hmm, it seems you are brave. Hopelessly optimistic. Have a liking for cute spunky girls and a little too much grape juice," she remarked factually. "Indubitably, you have quite a few admirers too. You're too blind to notice though."

"What..." My jaw dropped. How the heck could she have gotten some things, right? What admirers? But how on earth could she gather anything like that from teeth?!

"I told you, the teeth never lie!" she cackled, with her black hair suddenly rising up into the air. "Please remember your 6 month check up, you're a bit late and in need of a cleaning, I must add."

"Um. Thank you."

"No," she blushed yet again. "Thank you, I live for teeth. Now that you have satisfied my requirement, I will tell you what I know."

"So about the night of the murder. You were at the Oceanic, yes?"

"Indeed, it is so. I was there, in one of the private rooms enjoying my meal."

"And did you happening to see anything interesting? Anything out of the ordinary?"

She took out a water squirter and began squirting absentmindedly. "I'm afraid not. Once I was taken to my room, I didn't leave until I went home."

I frowned. "What time did you come?"

"Around 6:30. Don't believe I left until sometime around 9:30."

This was turning out to be a bust. Why would they call her to the stand if she saw next to nothing?

"So what did you do for the whole time?"

"As I said, I had dinner. I also took a nap."

"...A nap? Over there? Isn't it loud?"

"I had had a rather long day with some naughty patients who don't take care of their teeth. After dinner, I suppose I passed out for a little while," she said placing a hand to her cheek, blushing. "And loud? Maybe for the rest of the club, not in the private rooms. You can hear just fine."

"And speaking of hearing I did hear some unusual activity outside the room around 9:30."

"Oh?" Now that was interesting.

"Someone seemed to be walking around loudly in the hall, as loud as an elephant. But when I went to see what was transpiring, there was no one in sight. Not a soul."

"Well couldn't someone have walked into a room?"

She put the device that sucks out water into her mouth, arms folded for a moment. "No. Because I could still hear the footsteps. Even though, there was no one in the hall."

"That's...odd." I wondered if she was just mistaken?

"They think me mad already, but I know what I heard. And didn't see."

Unless, there's a ghost wandering around nightclubs, that didn't seem plausible. But Ms. Green doesn't appear to be lying at all. I was going to dwell on that thought more, but I was interrupted by a rapping on the door. My head turned to the glass window, seeing Kay gesturing wildly with her hand to get out and go.

"Well, thanks for your time, Ms. Green."

"It is no problem," she said. "Thanks for showing me your teeth hehehe."

What a strange woman. But it wasn't like I hadn't met any of those before, especially in this line of work.

I peeked out the window both ways before opening, and quickly ducked out off to the left side by some storage cabinets where Kay was. I opened my mouth to ask what she saw, but she raised a gloved finger to her mouth, jerking her head to the right. My eyes followed the motion and saw a couple of detectives coming down the hall and entering the interrogation room.

Ah. That wouldn't have been good.

"I saw them on their way here, so I got them a little distracted..." Kay said with a mischievous smirk.

"What did you do?"

"Don't worry about it," she said raising an arm into the air for dramatic effect. "Let's get out of here before anyone else comes by!"

With that she ran off back towards the entrance of the police department. I took that as she didn't want to answer the question, seeing as there was no other immediate threat around. Instead of making myself obvious by drawing attention to myself, I carefully walked down the hall through the station.

"What the hell is this...? Marbles and super glue? Who's idea of a prank was this!" snapped a detective, who was on the floor, jacket stuck to the ground marbles surrounding him.

Oh boy.

(What was this, a Home Alone scheme?)

A group of detectives were beginning to look at the scene with interest, so I figured I'd hustle a bit more to avert attention since I was an outsider. I figured since the detention center wasn't too far away, it'd be best to check on Lyn again.

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.

Profiles:

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.