AN: Welcome back everyone! Hope you are all well. I'm long overdue for an update, very much have been under the weather, so here you go. This chapter might have a bit of a surprise...and well I believe it will be the last chapter before everything changes so to speak. This experiment has been leading to this point I've thought about for a couple of years...so I'm quite excited to finally see it come to fruition. Next chapter. As always, thanks for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting.
DJJ680: I'll take the compliment haha. That's an interesting theory, though I won't confirm nor deny.
OBSERVER01: Team Phoenix is a go !
Jack54311: Indeed, it's a bit of a battle! Just the pneumonia~ Haha I like that idea though, it could be caused a number of things...
CivilixXXX: Thank you, glad you enjoy it! Lol, that would be a mess if they found out. People would really think she was nuts I'm sure lol.
JordanPhoenix: I said it wouldn't be easy for Phoenix hehe. Lol glad you enjoyed her. When I made her all I could think of was this mythos of Hollywood, trying to make your dreams come true xD. If he was an actor I have a feeling he'd get caught in productions where something was going wrong, like the BBC Goes Wrong Show. That's an interesting thought though, I mean, I guess he'd make a good Juliet in that case lol xD. Writing Badd has been fun since we don't see him very often in most fics. Well, only time will time what else she can survive next hehe...
MissyQueenofEvil7: Thanks so much! Hope you enjoy.
June 2nd, 11:30 AM
District Courtroom No. 4
When I was called to reenter the court, the noise from the gallery was so loud, you would have thought you were at some concert with crazy fans.
The judge slammed his gavel with quite some force. "Order! There shall be order in this court, lest you will be held in contempt!"
In a few moments, the buzz died down and we returned to calmer waters.
"Court is back in session for the trial of Lyn Doom," said the judge. "What is the condition of the defendant?"
"Stable," Franziska said. "But due to her illness, she won't return to this courtroom today."
"That is good news," the judge nodded. "However, this leaves us with a problem. Seeing as you were questioning the defendant, how will we proceed now?"
"Before the defendant's episode transpired, she mentioned something that caught my attention," started Franziska looking at her notes.
"At first, I simply wanted to demonstrate what the defendant was capable of strength wise considering the incident that took place this morning at the detention center was physical. The defendant believed she was being attacked and managed to sprain the wrist of the guard watching over her, despite the guard's size of 6'1 and 190 pounds. All things considered, it would not be impossible for her to kill Kristoph Gavin with the pool cue."
"...Yet, that doesn't matter to me now. I am concerned about her knowledge of 'the shadow'," Franziska said stretching out her whip.
"What is so interesting about a shadow?" asked the judge. "Don't we all have one?"
I broke out into a cold sweat, hunching over.
"Foolish fool," Franziska, as expected, whipped the judge. "I am not referring to the thing you see behind you when the sun's out. I am referring to the 2nd in command of a crime group. They are called 'the shadow' by those who know of their existence...and that pool of people should be limited."
I furrowed my brow. There was a bad feeling rising in me…
"Ms. von Karma, I'm afraid I'm a little lost. Could you please enlighten the court about this criminal group and this shadow thing?" requested the judge.
"...Very well. I suppose the time is now right to show where my investigations have led thus far," she said extending a hand. "Listen carefully, Phoenix Wright. After this...today's battle will draw to a close."
(Here it comes. The real fight is right in front of me.)
Franziska was holding tightly to her whip with a stern focus. I pressed my hands into the bench, leaning forward in anticipation. I'd have to give this everything I had.
Argument
Why Seeker Is Important
-Along with Interpol, I have been tracking this criminal organization called Seeker for over 9 months now.
-They are a dangerous group of foolish fools, who do their best to punish those inadequately sentenced by law.
-It's rumored they're trying to start a Dark Age on a global level.
-In tracking this group, the search led me to this case.
-Additionally...this isn't the defendant's first time encountering Seeker.
-Because of this and the defendant's last words on the stand...I believe she is linked to the organization in some way.
"I believe this should make things clear."
"I'm not sure if I approve such attempts at vigilante justice," the judge shook his head. "Regardless, Mr. Wright if there is anything you'd like to refute...now is the time."
"Of course," I said with a slight nod. I had the feeling that if I declined making a rebuttal this trial was as good as dead, even as we were waiting on evidence.
Before I began my attack, I stroked my chin.
(I need to find a good approach here. Franziska might believe Lyn is a part of Seeker. I should do my best to disprove any connection...which is probably easier said than done.)
If I couldn't do that, any edge I had earlier would be gone and this could potentially end before the results returned…
I shook my head. For now, I would press everything to see what else I could learn and then form a more concrete plan.
Rebuttal
Why Seeker Is Important
-Along with Interpol, I have been tracking this criminal organization called Seeker for over 9 months now.
HOLD IT!
"Nearly a year, huh. That's quite a bit of time. How big is this organization?"
"Indeed," she remarked curtly. "It is a large well funded network. There are hundreds of operatives working for Seeker out there spread out across the globe."
"I take it that's why this is an Interpol affair?"
"I'm glad you know how to read a dictionary," Franziska rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, I meant to ask," I said, sweating. "How did you get involved with investigating this group?"
"After tracking down a group of smugglers...some of them managed to slip away. And as it turns out a few joined the Seeker organization for protection," in annoyance she cracked her whip on the bench. "Where I thought the smugglers were unpalatable, Seeker was far more repulsive and detestable by far since…"
-They are a dangerous group of foolish fools, who do their best to punish those inadequately sentenced by law.
HOLD IT!
"How exactly do they punish people?" I asked out of genuine curiosity.
"Torture and murder," she said, crinkling her nose. "It is barbaric. Criminals should be dealt with by competent law enforcement."
-It's rumored they're trying to start a Dark Age on a global level.
HOLD IT!
"Care to explain what exactly a 'Dark Age' would be?"
"It's somewhat unclear what it exactly entails. However, from what we've recovered thus far, it seems they would like to make courts obsolete."
-In tracking this group, the search led me to this case.
HOLD IT!
"What exactly led to you taking over this particular case?"
"...Kristoph Gavin."
My eyes widened. I was going to ask the obvious question, but Franziska spoke again.
"Through our sources, his dealings showed up on more than one occasion in involvement with Seeker. And I followed the scent here in hopes of questioning him," she held the whip over her head. "But his death awaited me instead."
-Additionally...this isn't the defendant's first time encountering Seeker.
HOLD IT!
"It's not her first time?"
"Some months ago she along with nine other people, including an Interpol agent I was working with, were trapped in a mansion where a killing spree was in progress. Five people were killed and she was one of the four survivors," Franziska folded her arms for a moment. "In fact, she managed to stall for time to prevent any more murders before I arrived with the police."
-Because of this and the defendant's last words on the stand...I believe she is linked to the organization in some way.
HOLD IT!
"How would she be linked?"
"...It seems unlikely that the defendant would be a part of the organization, considering the traumatic events at the mansion," Franziska started. "Therefore, it is far more likely she wanted revenge against Seeker."
She raised the whip over her head.
"On top of this, she is already known to have hated Kristoph Gavin. It could possibly explain her car crash as well. Seeker wouldn't let her get away, killing one of their members."
"Hm...that does sound plausible," remarked the judge practically purring in agreement.
I ran a hand through my head. Damn, the judge was already liking her theory. He had been very taken with her arguments the entire case thus far too.
(Alright...I figured this wouldn't be a cakewalk. Franziska is convinced of the connection. And with the mansion murder and Lyn's hatred of Kristoph, I won't be able to get by it easily.)
If I couldn't disprove the connection directly, I would need to disprove it indirectly. I looked through the court record. It was a bit of a long shot...but maybe there was something wrong about her perception of Seeker.
-They are a dangerous group of foolish fools, who do their best to punish those inadequately sentenced by law.
HOLD IT!
"Do they only punish those who haven't been caught for their crimes?"
"Yes, that is their MO."
This was my chance…
OBJECTION!
"I must say, Ms. von Karma, I think you missed a spot," I said with my hands on my hips, presenting Edgeworth's profile.
"What…? What does Miles Edgeworth have to do with inaccuracies in my logic?" she snapped, whipping the bench.
"Easy," I smirked, looking down at my notes. "I have heard all about the case with the mansion from my client. If I am to believe your theory, that Seeker only harms those untouched by the law, I must wonder why Mr. Edgeworth was a victim of an almost deadly assault. After all, the people who are normally victims are involved with rather unscrupulous practices, right?"
"Well that's…" she was sweating now as she clutched her shoulder tightly. "Nothing! It is simple. Seeker also will go against anyone they deem a threat as well."
It was a dent in the armor. I continued my assault. "If that's the case, then that changes their MO, albeit slightly, but still."
"Harumph. Fine. I will update my statement."
-They are a dangerous group of foolish fools, who do their best to punish those inadequately sentenced by law as well as remove anyone seen as an immediate threat.
I took a pause before my next move. Honestly, I didn't want to reveal my hand so soon, but Franziska was pulling out all the stops with a full hand. Doing this...I should be able to knock her down a peg.
(Here goes nothing!)
OBJECTION!
"Because you've been following Seeker for a long time, I wonder if the organization has been masking what they're really after. I think it isn't too hard to alter a perception if you're aware of who's watching you, to throw them off the trail," I said stroking my chin.
"What is your point?" she glared. "I've followed them for nine months. I'm inclined to believe I'm the expert on this organization, not you."
"And you're right. You know far more about them than I do," I nodded. "But what if I said there was someone who knows more about them than you do?"
She lashed at me with the whip. "Do not play games with me, Phoenix Wright! What nonsense are you rambling on about now? Who could know more?"
Ignoring the searing feeling of pain, I presented Kristoph's profile. "This is the only person who could truly know more than you about Seeker's work."
This time it was the judge to speak up. "But Mr. Wright! I am fairly certain the victim is dead. And you know, dead men don't tell tales."
(Fairly certain, Your Honor?)
On the inside I was sweating. But I shook my head and barreled on ahead.
"That's where you're wrong, Your Honor," I said presenting Kristoph's journal. "Mr. Gavin definitely told tales...and they're all written right here in his journal!"
"J-journal…! Where did you get that?!" she gnashed her teeth as she slammed her fist into the bench. "We searched his house and found nothing!"
"Interestingly enough, on the night of the crime...Mr. Gavin posing as his younger brother gave Ms. Doom a key and a note with a code. My client managed to put two and two together, still under the impression it was Klavier Gavin she was speaking too, and had his room and safe checked. Inside the safe was this journal."
"What…? The safe?!"
"What's in the journal?" asked the judge.
"A whole lot about Seeker and plead to stop them before it was too late."
OBJECTION!
"If this is legitimate...show me where my theory is wrong in this journal! What passage?"
The judge nodded. "This is quite a bit to get through, so please show us where we should be looking, Mr. Wright."
"Of course, the part we should be looking at in regards to the contradiction is…"
TAKE THAT!
I pointed to the paragraph and read it aloud.
"...I heard about your involvement in the mansion massacre. How nearly every single one of those murdered was in reality a member of Seeker. Well, turncoats anyway. They tried to sell out the organization, tried to escape, or had defected at some point. They weren't killed for "being bad people" as what was fed to the authorities. Seeker even had the nerve to give such nonsense to the man they contracted to murder them."
Franziska's eyes widened. "No...possible...way..."
The judge blinked. "So this would mean...uh, what exactly?"
"That Seeker had killed people in the mansion because they were traitors to their organization, not because they were 'evil'. And what this means now in this court…" I slammed my hands on the bench for extra emphasis.
"...Is that this opens the possibility up that on the night of the murders at the Oceanic, members of Seeker were the ones to murder the Mr. Hutchinson and Mr. Gavin!"
The gallery broke out into loud chattering.
The judge banged the gavel three times. "Order! Order!"
While Franziska was fuming, I brought my point home. "And because Seeker's has no problem killing its own members, who knows what else it's willing to do? How far will they go in achieving their goals? If they can murder a member they'll murder random people too! Therefore, it can't be a stretch to say that the initially thought MO was incorrect and that they could have just as easily framed my client for the murders that night!"
At this point Franziska was holding onto her shoulder like no tomorrow as sweat was dripping from her brow.
(I did it! I turned this whole thing on its head!)
"Well, this journal is damning evidence. The victim himself was a member of a criminal organization that did him in."
At that, Franziska returned to her senses, whipping the judge, who yowled in response.
OBJECTION!
"I- I cannot fathom this...how can we know this journal is real? It cannot be possible that the defendant even has this writing!"
TAKE THAT!
She presented Lyn's medical records to the court. "This states that after being virtually almost dead, the defendant remained in the care of the hospital for four days straight. There was no time for her to get this journal after she was given the key and code to the safe!"
OBJECTION!
"I assure you this is the real deal. But first to answer your question as to how my client got her hands on the journal. You are correct in how it wasn't my client to access it."
"Then who did?" asked the judge.
(I don't want to rat her out like this, but…)
TAKE THAT!
I presented Kay's profile to the court. "The person who searched the safe and gave my client the journal was Ms. Kay Faraday."
"Whaaaaaaaat?!"
"Faraday...I have not heard that name in some time," remarked the judge closing his eyes.
Franziska was pulling her whip, stretching it in a violent fashion hands clenched into fists. "Tell me that's not true…"
HOLD IT!
"Huh?" I blinked. It wasn't me nor Franziska who called out.
The judge looked all around. "What? Who said that?"
"Haha, I always wanted to do that!" laughed a familiar bubbly voice.
In a few moments, the Yatagarasu was on the stand.
"Kay? What are you-" I started.
"Helping obviously," she said, raising an arm into the air. "Mr. Wright is one hundred percent correct. It was me! I was the one who opened the safe in the prosecutor's office!"
The crowds in the gallery started murmuring up a storm. The judge banged the gavel a few times to silence them.
"Kay Faraday...you foolish fool…!" she slammed her fist into the bench.
"Sorry, Ms. von Karma...but I had a job to steal the truth!"
The judge shook his head. "Breaking and entering is no laughing matter, young lady. After this session you will meet with me in my chamber to discuss this matter."
"Aww, alright,"Kay frowned slightly. But she wasn't looking down for long as she perked right back up with a finger under her nose. "I just want to do whatever I can to help. Let me testify!"
OBJECTION!
"This is foolishness! This will just be a waste of time-"
The judge shook his head. "I believe it will help us sort out more details about the journal. Thus, I will allow this testimony."
"Nrg…"
It was a shallow objection, but if this testimony were to happen it would most likely damage Franziska's case even more.
"Ms. von Karma."
Franziska angrily whipped her bench, but not before whipping the judge. "Since we already know your foolish name, give us your occupation."
"Okay! I'm the great Yatagarasu! Thief of truth!" she announced proudly. But one dirty look from Franziska made the girl further elaborate.
"I'm also a student. Though, that's not as cool," Kay said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Witness, please tell us what you know about this journal," requested the judge.
"You got it!"
Witness Testimony
My Retrieval Mission
-Lyn texted me about her accident.
-At the same time she asked me for a favor.
-Being the great Yatagarasu, I had no choice but to help!
-I got the materials needed to complete the mission and went to work.
-I went to the prosecutor's office when no one was around and first found the right office.
-Next, I looked for the safe.
-Once I found it, I opened it up and took what I needed!
-Then I gave it to Lyn later on.
"Annnnnddddd that's pretty much it," Kay said with a grin. "Hopefully, you can do something with that."
I would certainly try. Not sure what other relevant information we could pull, but I'd do anything to keep Franziska on her toes in the meantime.
"Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross examination."
Cross Examination
My Retrieval Mission
-Lyn texted me about her accident.
HOLD IT!
"Accident?"
"Ah, well it wasn't really an accident. But I don't know how else to describe being forced off the road and into the water, which sounds pretty awful..." she frowned.
-At the same time she asked me for a favor.
HOLD IT!
"What exactly was the favor?"
"Huh? But you already know, Mr. Wright!"
I broke out into a cold sweat. "Can you give us some more detail?"
"Man, you and Mr. Edgeworth with your details!" she said, sighing. "Well, Lyn basically said she had an important mystery that needed to be solved and that what I needed to figure it out was with her at the hospital."
-Being the great Yatagarasu, I had no choice but to help!
HOLD IT!
"Why exactly couldn't you turn her down?"
"No one likes seeing one of their friends seriously hurt...plus she told me someone had died trying to get this information to her. Since the creed of the Yatagarasu is to steal the truth that could be hard to get, I helped out."
I decided to press a little more. "Did you know who died?"
She shook her head. "I didn't know. But I thought maybe it was Klavier Gavin."
"Why?"
"Well, that's whose office I went into."
-I got the materials needed to complete the mission and went to work.
HOLD IT!
"What were these materials?"
"A key to an office door and a paper with the office number and a safe code on it."
-I went to the prosecutor's office when no one was around and first found the right office.
HOLD IT!
-Next, I looked for the safe.
HOLD IT!
"Was it hard to find?"
"I'd say! The safes in the prosecutor's office are pretty well hidden," she said rubbing her hands together. "And Mr. Gavin has a lot of his memorabilia all over the place! It took longer than I thought to find the safe with all the cool guitars in there."
(That gleam in her eye...was she eyeing a guitar?)
"Anyway…"
-Once I found it, I opened it up and took what I needed! Then, I gave it to Lyn later on.
HOLD IT!
"So, to clarify what did you take from the safe?"
"Only the journal."
"I see-"
HOLD IT!
Franziska who had been stewing in rage quietly spoke up.
(Huh?)
"Kay Faraday...you said only. Was there something else inside the safe?"
"Yeah! There were a couple of other things," she said pulling on her gloves.
Franziska was sweating again. I was a little lost. What was important about the safe?
"What was in the safe besides the journal?"
"Uh," the girl's green eyes went off to the side as she recalled. "I think it was a pair of glasses...some hair? Some other stuff under it. I thought it was weird personal stuff. Like why would someone die over some hair and glasses? So I just took the journal."
"What the hell?" Franziska slammed her fist into the bench repeatedly. "That safe should be empty! None of this is making any sense... "
"Why should it be empty?" I asked.
"All prosecutor's have a safe in their office, usually for some special case. Because Gavin is a new prosecutor he shouldn't have anything in that safe yet. His room wasn't occupied before arriving, so it should absolutely have nothing!"
"If that is so then-" began the judge, but Franziska was quick to announce her thoughts.
"Phoenix Wright. That journal! Give it to me!"
"Ah, erm, alright," I said, tossing it over as fast as I could.
"As I was saying-"
This time she whipped the judge. "I am reading! Silence!"
Meekly, the judge stood down. Luckily, it didn't take her too long to finish reading, as she stood up, clutching her shoulder. The beads of sweat were dripping from her brow.
"Unbelievable! This...he must be crazy! And yet..."
"Um, can I finish my thought?" said the judge. Franziska was about to say something else, but this time the judge carried on with force. "I was going to say that due to the contents in the safe that we should extend this trial to an additional day. It's clear that we don't understand everything about it entirely."
OBJECTION!
"But we don't have the results of the fingerprints yet!"
OBJECTION!
"Even if we did, we should still investigate the safe!" I pointed.
HOLD IT!
A gruff voice rang out from the floor. Everyone turned to look at Badd holding a report in his hand.
"Kay what are you doing here?" he asked, approaching the stand.
"Testifying, obviously," she grinned.
"I have a feeling it's not for a good reason." The detective sighed. "I'll deal with you later. Move aside."
With that, Kay obeyed without any hesitation off the stand and let Badd take her spot.
"The results are back," he said stroking his chin. "...And you won't be happy with it."
I leaned into my bench. "Whose prints are they...?"
"Nobody's," he drawled. "No one who's involved with this case. We had everyone's prints compared...and they don't match a single person."
Franziska was scowling on the other side.
"On top of that...we also had the knife tested for blood. As it turns out there was a perfect match to Kristoph Gavin's blood."
I wanted to cheer, but seeing how Franziska looked I'm sure she'd knock me into next year with her whip, if she wasn't already going to.
The judge shook his head.
"Then I see no other choice-we will extend trial for another day. The defense and prosecution's homework will be to determine who those prints belong to, what items are in the safe and what are their significance? Who put them there and why? Court is adjourned."
With that the gavel was brought down and I heard the murmurs from the gallery. Badd was following Kay into the judge's chamber, while Franziska, shaking, stomped out of the courtroom. I was surprised she didn't whip me, but it looked like she was more upset about something else. As the gallery dispersed, I decided to head out too.
June 2nd, 1:05 PM
Defendant Lobby No. 5
Once I was out, sighed. "Glad to be free from that mess. For now."
"I'll say!" Lyn said, walking in with Edgeworth. "That was a couple of lucky breaks, but I hope Kay isn't in too much trouble..."
"It will most likely be less trouble than what you're in right now," Edgeworth scowled.
"What...a true bro," she sniffed. "I'll do whatever I can if she goes down cause of me."
It was kind. It reminded me of when Maya was held in contempt of court.
"Well, I am curious," I began. "About what else is in the safe."
"Yeah. She didn't mention anything else to me," Lyn shrugged. "She just brought me the journal so I didn't think anything of it. The journal itself was enough to think about."
"I don't think Franziska took its contents that well," Edgeworth mused aloud. "But knowing her, she'll come up with a way around it."
"Oh, of course. She'll come up with something plausible and I'll have to hold on to the brink of life...again."
But our conversation was cut short by a couple of officers entering the lobby. Lyn seeing them, sighed. "Well, I guess I'll see you guys later..."
Edgeworth squeezed her arm in a reassuring fashion. "I'll be over soon enough."
"Me too," I added.
She gave a half smile before turning her attention to the officers, who placed her in cuffs before headed back presumably to the detention center.
With her and the police out of sight, Edgeworth spoke.
"Where will you go now?"
Scratching the side of my face, I figured there was one good place to start. "The prosecutor's office. Whatever is in the safe is probably important."
"I was headed back there myself. If that's the case, let's not waste any time," he said, gesturing for me to follow him as he started to leave the lobby.
Not like I could turn down a free ride. It'd be faster too.
June 2nd, 1:45 PM
Prosecutor's Office, Room 616
After a quick trip in Edgeworth's fancy sports car, we arrived. Curious himself, Edgeworth and I went to investigate the room together.
"Uh...musical much?" I asked no one in particular as I stepped foot in the room.
Come to think of it, the only office I had seen here was Edgeworth's. His tastes were as he put 'elegant' and 'refined'-if you ignored the Steel Samurai memorabilia, sure. Klavier Gavin's office looked more like a music studio than a law office.
Guitars were everywhere- five encased behind glass, one on a stand next to a reclining chair, a tiny one on a makeshift desk which was a giant speaker…
If I ignored the fact that the desks were speakers with red clothes, he did at least have some legal books sitting on the floor and atop the speakers.
Some officers were rifling through a tall filing cabinet in the room by the glass display of guitars, while Franziska was looking at one of the speakers-or rather where the hidden safe was.
"Absurd! This is foolishly foolish…!" she whipped, looking at some paper in her hand.
"Can I ask what's so crazy now?" It was a daring move on my part, but it was better to get this pain out of the way first.
Her head whipped up to glare daggers, I'd call them ice daggers at me.
"Phoenix Wright! You have some nerve foolishly asking about craziness!" she whipped.
"Eep!" I flinched. Three whippings came in fast succession striking my entire torso.
"And you!" she pointed at Edgeworth, brandishing her weapon. "You have no business here!"
Before he could open his mouth, he was whipped...definitely more than three times.
"Nghh…" he took a moment to rub his arms. "Franziska, let's be reasonable-"
"Reasonable?" she asked, whipping the ground. "Nothing about this is reasonable!"
She was still upset, but I felt a little safer to speak at least seeing how she attacked Edgeworth worse than me.
"I'm guessing you found something in the safe?"
"Harumph. It should be of no shock to you," she began, taking a breath. "Kay Faraday was correct. There was more in the safe. The hair and glasses she spoke of...I am fairly certain they were Kristoph Gavin's. I am still waiting for testing results to confirm, but the color and length of the hair...as well as the frames matched known pictures of Gavin."
"What? Why would his hair and glasses be there? Do you think he left them?"
"I do not know what goes inside the minds of lunatics. Nor should you expect me to share much on the matter, as if I were a foolish fool."
It was silly of me to think she'd say anymore than that, honestly. But it was weird. What reason would he have to leave that in the safe?
"What's that in your hand?" Edgeworth asked.
"Quite frankly, it's none of your business, Miles Edgeworth. You are not the attorney here. Plus you have been fraternizing with the enemy. I have no obligation to share with you anything."
She was still sore about the whole thing from before, I guessed.
"I told you, she's innocent."
"We shall see about that."
The two of them stared each other down, clearly in aggravation with one another.
Edgeworth pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wright, I'll be in my office if you need anything. I'm afraid my presence will hinder you for now."
Without another word, he walked out.
"Um…" I rubbed the back of my head. "You know, I'm going to ask you the same question, right?"
"...Maxwell Miller."
"Huh?"
"I am sure you at least know this much. These notes are about him."
"Can I see-"
"You should be grateful to know even this, you foolish fool. You will see its contents in court tomorrow."
Internally, I groaned. This was all getting weird. Why would there be anything about that guy in the safe? He was mentioned in the journal, but…
(It would probably be in my best interest to talk to someone who knows more about that case...)
"Actually, where's prosecutor Gavin? It's his office you're investigating so I thought he'd be around."
"Right now, he is being questioned...I must be certain of who put anything in the safe," she said more to herself than me.
(Well, guess I know where I definitely need to head to next.)
But before I left, I figured I should ask about court today.
"So about today's trial-"
The words triggered a single lash from the whip. "That was a lucky save. Tomorrow will be different. You will not escape my flawless evidence...or witnesses this time."
I wouldn't admit it aloud to her, but she did give me a run for my money today. This whole thing was making her even more aggressive than usual.
"Franziska? You know I'm just going to tell Edgeworth what I learned from you, right?" I asked to my detriment, rubbing the back of my head.
I expected a whipping, but none ever came. She rolled up her whip and shrugged. "I do not care what you do or do not do. He does not have the authority to be here on my crime scene. It is my case, not his. And unlike him, I will not allow personal feelings to cloud my judgement. It is... not the von Karma way."
At those words, she bit the bottom of her lip and shifted her weight uncomfortably to the other foot. I had the feeling that this ran deeper than I thought.
I presented Lyn's profile. "Didn't you meet Lyn before? Did you trust her back then?"
The woman opened her mouth, then closed it again, looking off to the side. "The first time we had spoken was during that mansion massacre...she had told me that an agent I worked with was killed."
"And then after the fact, she told me of how she crafted a foolishly foolish plan to stall for time until we could arrive to capture the criminal. I even requested she keep a close watch on my little brother afterwards since I was still conducting investigations into Seeker."
Franziska closed her eyes. "Perhaps, I did at one point. But I do not care for misplaced trust... nor misplaced heroics."
"What do you mean…?"
"The state of affairs at the mansion...was traumatic. To see that many people die in the span of a single night," she shook her head as she gripped her shoulder. "Unless you are someone hardened from death that affects you. One does not leave the same way."
"Do you really think she is going some rampage of revenge or something?"
"I do not claim to know. But to be hunted for your life, trapped like a cage animal...it is enough to make a normal person lose their grip and perhaps dip into unsavory behaviors."
(Well, that explains her doubt...)
"This is why Miles Edgeworth is a fool, blinded by belief. Already we have dealt with plenty of foolish fools who were not who they appeared to be. I will no longer take any foolish chances in believing in others. Not without proof."
"...You're worried about him, huh?" I asked, stroking my chin. She was worried Lyn was just another criminal hiding her true colors.
The blow from this lash managed to land on not only my chest, but legs too. I was starting to get numb…
"Do not be ridiculous!" the woman huffed. "He can take care of himself. I am only interested in capturing the real criminals, especially ones related to Seeker."
(Definitely worried. In over protective sister mode...Franziska would be one hard to please in-law. Lyn had better watch out...)
"Well, I'll deliver the real criminal soon enough."
Franziska snorted. "I believe we already have her...but try as you might to win tomorrow. It will be fun crushing you, Phoenix Wright."
At that point, I figured it was time to go. If I stayed any longer I was sure I'd be whipped some more and I just didn't feel like anymore pain today. I'd have to get my body ready for the pain of tomorrow, honestly.
Without another word, I left Klavier's office leaving Franziska to her own devices.
June 2nd, 1:58 PM
Prosecutor's Office, Room 1202
Before I left the building entirely, I decided to drop into Edgeworth's room to give him the scoop.
He was sitting at his desk with a cup of tea. "Find anything out?"
"A little. Whatever Franziska found in the safe, it was related to Maxwell Miller."
"Strange," he uttered, folding his arms. "That case was a peculiar one in how it was definitely a murder, yet labelled a suicide. But why would it be there?"
"That's what I'm wondering too. If Kristoph left it there, he must have thought it was significant."
"Unfortunately, I know little beyond that," Edgeworth said, taking a sip from his cup. "But I imagine someone at the precinct would know more."
(Gumshoe it was. As if Badd would let me in on anything…)
"Anything else?"
"Nothing besides how Franziska thinks you're an idiot for trusting Lyn."
At those words, he scowled. "Unlike her, I know Lyn well enough to know she's no Simon Keyes. Lyn is a lot of things, a scatterbrain, clown, glutton, and brat but not a conniving coldblooded killer."
I found myself sweating on Lyn's behalf. Ouch.
But I shouldn't be surprised considering it was Edgeworth I was talking to at the end of the day. And the two of them seemed to have an...interesting connection.
"Alright, I'll keep you posted," I said. I shouldn't waste any time and see what leads I could scrounge up.
Edgeworth nodded, as I headed out of his room and down to the lot to grab my bike.
It made sense to follow my strongest and at this point only lead first, so I was peddling off to the police.
June 2nd, 2:21 PM
Criminal Affairs Department
When I entered the scene, I saw an unusual amount of detectives working at their desks. Way more than usual.
"You!" barked a loud voice.
"Me?" I asked, as I turned to face an excitable Gumshoe.
"Yeah, you, pal!" he pointed. "Ms. von Karma was livid after the trial today thanks to you!"
"Ah, well she did seem to believe it was going to end in one day, right?" I couldn't help but smirk. "Sometimes things don't work out like we plan."
"I'll say," he sighed. "She whipped me way more than usual today…"
(Poor guy. He must be like a whipping stress relief for her.)
"Anyway, there was something I wanted to ask you," I began, scratching the side of my cheek. "What do you know about the Maxwell Miller case?"
"Why do you want to know?" Gumshoe looked off to the side with a frown. "It was a pretty disturbing case. I only heard about it, can't give you too many direct details."
"Well, there was info about it in Klavier Gavin's safe at the prosecutor's office. It's suspected Kristoph left it there for some reason."
The detective's jaw fell slack. "What?! Why would it be there?!"
"H-hey, I don't know, I'm not the one who left it there!" I replied, putting my hands up.
Gumshoe took a breath. "...Honestly, pal, I suspect it's some sort of cover up with that," he remarked very lowly.
"I didn't personally work on that case. I heard there was some crazy excuse about how he tore his own arms off and shot himself...but the details never fit. The only reason why I can think of as to why it was ruled that way was maybe it was unclear as to who the murderer was."
"How could that be?"
"No prints, no fabrics, no hairs- nothing related to another person was ever found in or around the room he was murdered in. No one ever reported seeing anyone either when it went down. The only trace of a person present was the victim himself. ...It was almost like it was done by a ghost."
(A ghost huh? Or a very clean criminal...)
"So, it would make the police look better if it was marked a suicide?"
"The case would be considered closed, no need to look into anything further and the people would be put more at ease. You know how it goes with a three day trial system."
(And with so little evidence to go on...leave it open and show everyone there's a crazy killer on the loose or label it a suicide and move on.)
"I get the idea."
"But why would Gavin leave that there?"
"In his journal he mentions it, claiming it to be a part of killings from Seeker. To make some kind of point."
The man paled. "No way! That's crazy...!"
Then everything felt heavy. The psychelocks appeared yet again.
(What...do you know Gumshoe? What won't you tell me?)
"Gumshoe...is there something you're not telling me about Seeker?"
He froze, staring at me with his brows furrowed, mouth pressed into a hard line. It almost didn't look like Gumshoe. It didn't suit him. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just...don't have a good feeling if you found out about that case on top of everything else that's been happening."
"...What 'else has been happening?' "
"Ha! Nice try, pal! But you won't get me this time," he beamed, doing a zipping lip motion with his hand.
It must be a big deal whatever it was. Just as I was reviewing what I already knew, someone bumped into me.
"Ack...Entschuldigung."
"It's okay-" I looked up, my eyes wide. "Prosecutor Gavin?"
He looked...terrible. The boy as I remembered was a cocky beaming one, full of swagger. In front of me, was a bruised and bludgeoned teen, head hanging down, eyes red and watery.
(That's right...it was his brother after all. Malicious or not...)
"Herr Wright."
Gumshoe, had slyly taken the boy's appearance to his advantage and walked out of my line of sight. I'd have to let him get away for now. I couldn't let the opportunity to speak with Klavier pass me by.
"...I'm sorry about your brother."
The boy frowned, lifting a hand to play in his blond locks. "You...don't have to lie, Herr Wright. I realize what he was about to do to you-have me do to you."
"He's still your family, though. It can't be easy, I imagine."
"No. Our parents already passed. He was my only family...he raised me after they died."
"...I'm sorry for asking, but what happened to you? Your face, I mean."
"I…" he started sweating. "...If it's alright with you, I don't want to talk about it anymore today. I'm exhausted and confused just thinking about it. You'll hear more later in court."
So, he was coming to testify.
I pressed gently. "Can you tell me who did that?"
"...My brother."
(What?! Why? Why would he do that?)
"I watched the trial today," Klavier started. "...You really think Lyn is innocent?"
I nodded with confidence. "I believe in her. I know she didn't do it."
"I don't want to believe she would," he covered his ears with both hands shaking his head. "But at the same time...I don't know what to believe or who to trust."
(Seems like he's caught between a rock and a hard place.)
"Since you're testifying, I take it you've spoken to Ms. von Karma?"
"Herr von Karma? She's pretty feisty," that provoked a tiny smirk. "We didn't talk too much, actually. She got annoyed that I was making a 'mockery of her mother tongue' and sent me to speak with some film noir looking detective instead."
I broke out into a cold sweat.
(For once, I can't say I disagree with her…it's gimmicky at best and tacky at worst.)
The rockstar chuckled. "Jaa, but I do speak it fluently. I might add a bit of pizzazz to it, but it's not my fault that my fans like it that way," he shrugged.
"Right…" I cleared my throat. "Did you leave anything in your safe at the prosecutor's office recently?"
His lips curled downward. "They asked me the same thing. I've had no reason to touch it. The safes are only supposed to be use for special case files, oftentimes not related to the holder of the office."
(And he's only had one case. So, I guess it was Kristoph.)
"That said, please excuse me, Herr Wright," he said, pulling the shades down over his eyes. "I need to rest before tomorrow."
And with that he limped his way out of the station.
What had Kristoph done to him? He looked awful and the fact that he wasn't walking right either… I shook my head.
I didn't know where Gumshoe had run off to, but he'd probably be avoiding me as much as possible now with whatever he was hiding. I wasn't sure if I had everything I needed to crack him, though. It was in my best interest to not spend anymore time here, not until I found something new out.
June 2nd, 3:06 PM
The Oceanic
I wondered if showing back up here was a good idea. I had returned to the rooms associated with the murders, but didn't turn up anything new. I even went as far to check the two other rooms down the hall, but it was a bust.
Annoyed, I headed towards the front doors to leave.
"Hey, Mr. Lawyer! Leaving so soon?" a voice called from behind.
I turned around to find myself face to face with Ms. Hall.
"Oh, I didn't see you there."
"Naw, I was in the back today," she grinned. "Some trial, huh?"
"I'll say. It got more intense than I anticipated."
"Well, I'd say my performance in there was pretty good! ...Though I had to tone down because of that whip woman," she muttered.
"Oh yeah. Great. Really great." I mean, she hadn't lied about anything, which did my make my life slightly easier. I was grateful for that much.
"Woo! I'm glad you think so," she beamed. "When I make it big, I'll be sure to get you front row seats to the premiere."
(Oh, boy.)
"What kinds of movies would you even act in?"
"Well, I've been inspired by today. I think I want to be in some dramatic murder mysteries!"
"...That sounds lovely," I lied.
(Hopefully, she'll cut back on that ham...otherwise it will be as awful to watch as Nic Cage movie.)
"Seen anything suspicious around here lately?"
"Hmm...nope. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm still surprised we get as many clients as we do even with this murder investigation still ongoing," she shrugged, filing her nails.
Darned. I ran through my head, anything I could ask her that might help me get somewhere. Anywhere.
"...Actually, you did mention there were five people in total the night of the murders. I know there was a dentist...but who was the last person?"
Her excited demeanor melted away. "Oh...I don't know…"
"Please?"
"That whip lady said not to reveal the names on that list, since it wasn't all that important," she pointed with the file.
"If it's not that important, then what's the harm in telling me?" I protested.
She bit her lip.
"Just think of it. Isn't this the perfect moment for you to use as material for acting one day? Secretly aiding the hero in his quest for justice?"
"Ah…! You're right! This type of thing is right out of a book!" the sea creatures on her apron jumped in excitement, as she quickly reached into her front pocket for her notepad and pen. It only took her a moment before she ripped out the page and passed it to me. "Here. The guy's name is Oppie Rah."
I cocked my head to the side. "Huh, I never heard of him."
"Really? I thought lawyers were in the know. You must live under a rock," she jabbed. "He's an artist. Pretty big deal these days. That's the address of the museum his latest exhibition is held at."
"Thank you."
"Naw, thank you for the inspiration!" she nearly drooled. "Good luck…"
(Hopefully this guy will tell me something.)
June 2nd, 3:32 PM
The Center of Fine Arts
(Wow, this place is massive.)
The first step inside, I was overwhelmed by how much space was present, and this was only at the entrance. At the front desk, was some peculiar futuristic gray and white desk shaped like a Lovecraftian ship, which made it stand out against the excessive amount of mud brown flooring and walls.
After waiting in line behind a few eager visitors, I made it to the desk faced with a woman with long glued on fingernails and eyelashes. That along with her lithe figure and pale skin, made me wonder if she was actually human and not a mannequin.
"How can I help you today, sir?" she asked as she flicked her wavy purple hair.
I presented my badge. "Hi, I'm Phoenix Wright, a defense attorney. I was wondering if Mr. Rah were available to answer a few questions for me."
"Hmmm...I'll see what I can do. Mr. Rah is a what we say...an eccentric," she said pursuing her lips. Reaching for the phone at the desk, she picked it up and dialed a number. "Mr. Rah? I know you're busy setting up today's exhibit, but there is a law-I mean, a rather laudable porcupine down by the reception desk. It's important you come and see for yourself...he's quite the specimen. Could be good material for you."
(Laudable porcupine? Really? If I'm that, what are you?)
The receptionist hung up the phone with a sigh. "Sorry. Mr. Rah only takes interest in...the bizarre I guess. If I said you were a lawyer, he would have told you to buzz off."
"I see, he must be a joy to work with," I remarked with sarcasm.
"Oh, yeah," she rolled her red eyes. "I'll be happy when he moves his exhibit to San Francisco next month. There are only so many freaks in here I can deal with on a regular basis."
"So what kind of art does this guy deal with?"
"The 'art' if you really want to call it that, is weird performance art or sometimes equally as weird paintings," she said with a shrug. "I honestly, don't get any of it. At all. And I don't want to get it."
Definitely not an art enthusiast.
"I am here!" boomed a loud voice coming from the hallway towards the desk. "Now, Kierra! Show me the porcupine!"
"Over there, sir," was the bored reply.
The man soaked up all of the energy in the room. You had to look at him and his imposing well built figure. This man didn't miss a single day at the gym and nor did he ever miss a day at the salon as the edges of his high top afro were dyed red. Heck, even his beard's edges were red!
"My God! You weren't kidding, Kierra! This really is a porcupine," he said boisterously, flipping up his dark circular shades to view me up close. "You there! Porky!"
"H-huh? Me?"
Rah tugged on his beard, allowing me to see all of the gaudy gold rings he had on each finger. "Tell me the secret. How do you that?"
"D-do what exactly?" Seconds in and I was already lost dealing with this guy.
"Your spikes, porky! How are they standing like that?"
"Honestly, I don't know. It's always been like that. Even as a kid," I said.
"Fascinating...fascinating..." he muttered over and over to himself as he whipped out a notepad and pen.
I blinked. "What are you taking notes on?"
"Shh."
"Huh-"
"Just let it happen," Kierra called from the desk. "Don't try to understand him. You'll just end up hurting yourself."
After a few minutes, he had finally finished whatever he was writing down. He spun the pen between his two fingers. "Now, then. What do you need, porky? You wouldn't enter the museum for no reason. Coming to see my exhibit?"
TAKE THAT!
I presented my badge. "I'm Phoenix Wright, a defense attorney. I came to ask you a few questions since I heard you were at the Oceanic the night of the murders."
"Ahahaha I see, I see," he said putting his notepad and pen away. "I take it that you wish to know what I saw that fateful evening."
(Maybe we'll get somewhere now...)
"Yes, that would be nice."
"Well, unfortunately for you, I must hold my tongue on the matter."
"Why? Did Ms. von Karma tell you not to talk?"
He barked with laughter as he rubbed his ring covered hands together. "The dominatrix does not control the mighty Rah! Not even she fully knows the extent of my knowledge, you see."
Franziska must have loved this guy.
"But for you, porky, because you have inspired my next exhibit idea, I shall tell you something I noticed: a woman going down the hall into the ladies room, around what I believe to be...quarter past nine."
"Just to clarify, what did she look like?"
"A terribly small stature, rather bland square frames upon the face, with the same milk chocolate hue of skin as my own," Rah said as he tugged his beard slightly. "Does this answer satisfy, porky?"
My eyes widened. That meant he definitely saw Lyn, around the time she claimed to have left the room to use the bathroom. This could corroborate her alibi.
(A real...colorful description there, but that is her.)
"Yes, thank you," I tried to press my luck. "Can you please tell me anymore about what you saw?"
"Hmmmm...Nope," he said rubbing his knuckles together. "I'm busy with my exhibit today. It set to go live within an hour and I need much preparation."
"To stand around and look like an idiot for hours?" asked Kierra.
"Oh, Kierra. Poor poor Kierra. You do not have the same vision I do. In fact, no one does. It takes a very open and assuming mind to comprehend my performance," he said with his hands on his hips chest puffed out as a beam of sunlight shone down upon.
"Dare I ask, what your exhibit is today?"
"Ha! Of course, it is called 'Collective Banality: Misfortunes of Progress'. It is a contemporary critique of modern society."
"And you're performing what exactly?"
"In order to demonstrate, I will be the prime focus of the exhibit, never once paying attention to any of the said patrons. I will be on my cellular device with noise cancelling headphones the whole time. Try as they might to engage, I will ignore with all my strength. This will then force them to view my artwork which instills a strong feeling of isolation, separateness, and anxiety."
"That's-"
"-Awful, right?" he asked with a grin. "A lot of people hate it."
"Actually, I was going to excessive. Focusing and ignoring things are can both be pretty challenging."
I couldn't imagine doing anything like that for over an hour.
Rah raised his sunglasses up in surprise before slamming his hand into my back with another hearty laugh. "Porky! Don't tell me...you too have the brain of an artiste!"
Putting a hand behind my head, I grinned like an idiot. "Uh, well, I was studying art before I changed career paths..."
"Ha! You hear that Kierra! The cultured can understand true art!"
"Ugh! Whatever!"
"You've put me in a good mood," he beamed. "I'm going to make tonight's the best performance yet!"
Before I could utter another word, he charged back down the hallway into the abyss of the museum exhibits.
"Just what in the world...?"
"That's what I have to put up with every single day," Kierra growled. "Insufferable jackass..."
(This will be...a real show if Franziska calls him to the stand.)
If I were her I wouldn't bother, unless it was an absolutely last resort. It wouldn't be smart to call him from the get go, especially if he knows more than what he's telling anyone. It's too risky, plus if what he said was true, it would work in my favor. Going forward, if I could push her to waste whatever evidence, arguments and other witnesses she has first I could make real progress. But that was easier said than done. Regardless, it was still a nugget of good news that I should share before the detention center closed for the day.
June 2nd, 4:27 PM
Detention Center
When I arrived, I was a bit surprised to hear another voice.
"That sucks, but I'm glad it's not anymore serious than that. Thanks so much for doing it for me," Lyn said.
"Don't worry about it!" Kay raised a fist into the air. "Yeah, it sucks, but I did it cause I wanted to. I'm lucky that Uncle Badd pulled some strings for me so it wouldn't so long."
"What's so long?" I asked making my presence known.
"Community service," frowned Kay. "The judge sentenced me to do about 3 months of it instead of anything more serious."
"That is lucky. You could have been sent to juvie hall..." I pointed out.
"Yeah, I know," she said running a finger under her nose. "But it doesn't matter much now anyway, since what I found out helped the case!"
Couldn't argue with that. "That's true...you found something that not even Franziska knew."
"Ha! That's the power of the Great Thief Yatagarasu!" Kay put her hands on her hips. "...But I need to go, I don't want to make Uncle Badd anymore mad than he is today."
"I understand," Lyn nodded. "Thanks for dropping by."
"Later Lyn! Mr. Wright!" she said as she whizzed by me and out the door. That girl never ran out of energy. It was a little frightening.
"Hello, Lyn."
"Hey, wassup?" she replied halfheartedly. The bags under her eyes were more prominent than before. "Find anything new out?"
"The items in the safe were most assuredly left by Kristoph. Hair, glasses, and something about the Maxwell Miller case. I tried to get more info about that case, but the most I heard was that the police gave up on trying to find a murderer and called it a suicide due to lack of evidence."
"Weird. I don't know why that was so important to him," she said. "Maybe you can ask this annoying guy I know about it."
"Annoying guy?"
"Yeah, some journalist. He's a nuisance, but he does his research well," she admitted, writing down a number on a piece of paper and sliding it to me.
"Thanks," I said, giving it a quick glance. A weird name, Spark Brushel passed my eyes before I put it in my pocket. I'd give it a call after I left. "Also..."
I paused remembering his bloodied face. "I talked to Klavier today."
"You did?" Lyn leaning forward slightly. It helped to make her appear a little more alive. "How is he?"
"He didn't look all that good. In more ways than one. Kristoph beat him before he was murdered."
"What the hell?" she sighed. "I knew he was a prick, but I don't understand that. Poor Klavier..."
"He'll be testifying tomorrow."
"...I see," she said pulling back with a grimace. "He probably thinks I did it, huh?"
"He seemed more uncertain than anything else."
"I can't say I blame him," Lyn said adjusting her glasses with a hint of sadness in her voice. "The prosecution will most likely argue that our connection was nothing more than a sham."
"What do you mean?" I asked, scratching the back of my head. From what I had noticed prior, the two of them seemed to be on friendly terms with one another.
"It'd be easy to believe that I could use Klavier to get closer to Kristoph for one reason or another...and they wouldn't be wrong," she removed her glasses, wiping them on her shirt. "I do like Klavier, but it would be a lie to say there wasn't an advantage to being friendly with him."
"So, you wanted to learn more about Kristoph."
"Yup, after all I was sent here to stop him from taking your badge away."
(How could I forget?)
Yet another obstacle. But I supposed we'd have to burn that bridge when we got to it.
"I do actually have good news for a change," I said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, we have a witness that can back up your testimony about leaving the room a little after 9."
Her eyes widened for a moment, before she put on a smile. "Ah...well...that's great news," she said with an awkward strain to her voice. It was like she had received a gift that she didn't love and was trying not to hurt feelings.
"Lyn...?" I thought she would have been more excited...or at least excited. In fact, those words, caused her body to sink down into her seat. "Is something wrong?"
"Haha, what are you talking about?" she asked, forcing a grin. "I'm glad, really. I...wouldn't expect anything less of you."
The room went eerily quiet.
No, something wasn't right. Something was very wrong. She seemed down when we started talking, but I thought that piece of information would lift the mood somewhat, when in fact it made it worse. Something happened. I didn't know what, but something changed.
"Yeah, I know everything will be fine..."
Empty. I'm caught by this emptiness in her eyes that doesn't seem to leave no matter how much she tries to laugh it off.
"With you, I know everything will be just fine haha..." she said more to herself than me. It was like she was trying to convince herself of the fact.
And then, the heaviness dropped on me all at once as the locks appeared. All four of them.
"Lyn...why?" How could she be hiding something now? She knew I could see anything hidden. "Why hide anything from me?"
"Aw man, you caught me already?" she chuckled, but the tears were streaming down her face. "I...don't have a really good poker face, do I?"
"I don't understand," I shook my head. "You didn't do it so why-"
"That's enough," she said in a short manner, as she wiped under her glasses. She took a breath, before sitting upright. This time her lips curled upward, but genuinely sad. "...Thank you for everything you've done for me, Mr. Wright. I really appreciate it."
"Huh?" Why did this sound like goodbye?
"I...I really look up to you. So, I don't want to do this...I don't," she twiddled with her fingers repeatedly. "I won't tell you to forget about this case, since you won't do it. I even thought about getting a new lawyer too, but it was pointless. You're the type of guy to keep on digging regardless..."
"What? Why?" I blinked. What was going through her head? What had brought this on? "What is going on?"
"You and Miles are the same. You'll never stop looking for the truth...even if it hurts," she frowned folding her arms. "But I'm not like you guys. S-so starting tomorrow...we're enemies."
"E-enemies?" I stammered. "You can't be serious."
"Then do what I want and drop this case."
"...Why? Why do you want that?" I pressed.
"I knew it," she sighed. "There's no point in having this conversation."
As I opened my mouth, the guard called out. "Visiting hours are over."
Dammit...
"Ha, guess I lucked out…" she muttered to herself as she stood up.
"Lyn wait-"
"Goodbye, Mr. Wright," she spoke with curtness, as the only thing now facing me was her back, as she walked through the door opened by the guard.
I was left by myself to simmer in confusion. First Gumshoe, now Lyn. What were they hiding? I could deal with him later, but Lyn...what did she mean by being enemies? What was so bad that she didn't want me knowing that she'd consider getting another lawyer? I ran a hand through my hair. I was going to have battle Franziska and Lyn tomorrow most likely.
And it wasn't going to be easy. I was going to get to the bottom of this one way or another. Walking out, I reached into my pocket for the phone number she gave me earlier. It would be in by best interest to prepare for battle in advanced with everything I had at my disposal.
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 blood.
Black Scrap: Burned fabric found in the fireplace.
Bloody steak knife: weapon used to murder Kevin Hutchinson. Lyn's prints are on it.
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.