August 5th
Detention Center
"PWA..." Apollo uttered, walking into the detention center.
"Yes?" PWA responded, scratching his face.
"I'll do my best to prove your innocence." Apollo murmured, as he looked down to his feet.
"Good..." PWA said, and smiled with delight on his face.
"Let's start with this. What were you doing at the bowling alley that night?" Apollo began his questioning and took a seat across from the glass.
"Well, incidentally, I was bowling that night. The victim, his name I do not even know, was bowling in the lane next to me. Around my last frame, he turned around, to answer his cellular phone. And then..." PWA paused after what he said.
"Then what?" Apollo tried to get him to talk.
"Figure it out. I can't tell you anything more." PWA stuttered as he said this.
"What!? That clearly puts you at a disadvantage." Apollo said as he stood up, in astonishment.
"You're quite wrong." PWA whispered. Apollo's bracelet tightened slightly.
"Huh?" Apollo muttered to himself.
"..." PWA was saying something put it couldn't be heard.
"One more thing..." Apollo added before he left.
"Hmm?" PWA hummed and glanced up.
"Who are you? Really?" Apollo questioned as he put his hands on the glass.
"...Think about it. There's more to this than you know." PWA quoted, and than left to his detention cell.
Apollo was left in confusion. He needed to gather more answers, which would most likely lead to more questions. He began to set off for the bowling alley.
August 5th
Highway 18 Bowling Alley
The place was cluttered with a bunch of people, observing the crime scene. Apollo slowly approached the crime scene also, moving through the crowd of people. Inside the crime scene, there was a lot of things. First off, there was a bowling ball with smeared blood all over the side. Secondly, there was blood nearly all over the place, and lastly, the body has been moved towards the lane. Apollo went into the crime scene, only to be met by the moody face of Detective, Ema Skye.
"Ah! Mr. Justice!" Ema exclaimed, placing her hand on her face.
"...Yeah. It's me." Apollo said, with a upset expression on his face.
"Hey. What's wrong?" Ema asked. A light bulb went off in Apollo's head.
"Wait! Ema! Can you do me a favor and trace a call?" Apollo asked with fire in his eyes. Ema saw this fire.
"Well, I..I don't know." Ema stuttered, she didn't want to upset him.
"Can you!?" Apollo asked anxiously, gripping onto Ema's shoulders.
" I can! But—" Ema was cut off.
"No time! Let's trace this call!" Apollo yelled, gripping Ema by the wrist and dragging her out of the bowling alley. She squealed and was dragged out of the bowling alley by Apollo.
Right now, Apollo didn't have time to collect evidence. He had to discover where his old mentor was, and what the hell was going on.
August 5th
Criminal Affairs Department
Apollo was pacing back and forth, he seemed worried about something. Ema approached him from behind and gripped his shoulder. Apollo jumped in shock and turned around, he was glad to see Ema.
"Ema! Did you trace the call!?" Apollo questioned with an excited tone.
"Yes. It was at a gas station, north of town in the countryside. It seems that the call was from a payphone." Ema explained, throwing down the results on her desk.
"Let's go!" Apollo yelled, and ran out the door. Ema slowly followed.
August 5th
Countryside Gas Station
Ema's car approached the gas station and no one was present. The place was deserted. Apollo got out of the passenger seat and walked towards the payphone that was present next to the tire pump. It was off the hook and a busy signal was heard. Apollo sighed, he was back to no leads of where Phoenix Wright is.
"Dammit!" Apollo yelled at himself. Ema approached him, slowly.
"Apollo..." Ema tried to reassure Apollo.
"It's no use. Take me back to the bowling alley. He obviously is not here." Apollo said, banging his hand on the payphone booth.
"He?" Ema questioned.
"Forget it. It really is nothing." Apollo said, he didn't need anyone to find out about his little investigation.
"Hmm..." Ema hummed, in suspicion.
"Let's go..." Apollo said. Ema and Apollo got into the car and drove off. A man emerged from inside the gas station. He watched them drive off.
"Apollo. Still as hasty as ever."
The man spoke in a tone that was deep and raspy. After the car was out of view, the man walked back into the gas station.August 5th
Highway 18 Bowling Alley
Apollo walked into the bowling alley and headed straight to the crime scene, Lane 3. A look at the crime scene, it would tell you that it was a simple murder. But it was much more then that, the mysteries were in between the lines. Apollo ducked under the crime scene tape and knelt down next to the body. He had something clutched in his hand, it was a note. Apollo slowly opened his hand and took out the note. Apollo read it to himself, in disbelief.
'I see you found the clue I left you. This crime scene tells more if it is unraveled, you just have to look hard enough. But don't be swayed so easily, there is more than meets the eye here. A vital clue lies in this very lane.'
"The killer is toying with me..." Apollo thought aloud, and shoved the note in his pocket.
Apollo looked around and took out his notebook and a ballpoint pen. He walked towards the bowling ball that lay next to the computer. He jotted it down in his notebook. There was blood smeared all over the right side and it looked like it was bashed in on the other side. Apollo spun it around and noticed that there was fabric in the finger hole. He took a closer look, and noticed that it was gray and smooth. Something from a jacket, perhaps? Apollo took note of it in his notebook and moved towards the lane. On the front, there was blood all over and in the gutter. Apollo shuddered and noted it in his book. Apollo coughed and then moved to where the bowling balls lay, he lifted them up and he went to the fourth one. He lifted that up, what lay under it was a beanie. The beanie looked oddly familiar, and Apollo recognized it almost immediately.
"What?!" Apollo exclaimed.
The familiar beanie was perhaps the vital clue. It smelt of Phoenix Wright's shampoo and still had some strands of hair inside. Apollo spun the beanie around and noticed blood spots next to the 'PAPA.' Also, the button was ripped off and left a whole in the hat. Apollo was literally astonished at this and wondered what it was doing there. Apollo stuffed the hat into his left pocket and looked around cautiously. Apollo had to continue his investigating and presumed it.
Apollo glanced over at the bowling shoes, which were sprawled out next to the chairs by the computers. Inside the shoes, were socks that were soaked in blood. Apollo emptied the shoes and the blood socks onto the floor, he shuddered and took note of it. Apollo glanced back at the victim, he noticed he had bare feet. Apollo hummed to himself and looked around for more things. He needed something else. Perhaps the victim's identity?
The victim lay, stone cold on the ground. Apollo began reaching through his pockets for a wallet or something of the sort. Finally, his hand touched something and Apollo pulled it out. It was his identity card. Apollo looked at the card closely, and it belonged to a man named "David Haws." The name sounded familiar, but Apollo couldn't put his finger on it. Apollo sighed and figured he had no leads still. He walked out of the bowling alley, the only lead he had was Phoenix Wright's hat. Which still remained a mystery.
August 5th
Wright Anything Agency
Apollo was laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, when Maya and Trucy walked in.
"Polly!" Trucy shouted, running and hugging Apollo. Apollo hugged back.
"Hey Trucy." Apollo said, releasing the hug.
"Mr. Justice. Any leads?" Maya questioned, sitting on the couch across from Apollo.
"One." Apollo stuttered, sitting up. Maya's eyes widened.
"Y-you got one! What is it?" Maya asked with furious intent.
"Calm down. It's just...this." Apollo said, pulling out Phoenix Wright's hat.
"! That's Daddy's hat!" Trucy exclaimed. Maya had a paranoid look on her face.
"W-where did you find that!?" Maya stuttered with anger in her voice.
"It was under some bowling balls. Hidden." Apollo explained, trying to make sense of it.
"Trucy.. Can you...leave...for a few minutes?" Maya politely said, rubbing her hand over her face.
"Huh?" Trucy murmured, placing her hand over her mouth.
"Please! Just go!" Maya voiced, and Trucy walked out.
The atmosphere slowly became dark and despiteful.
"Maya...you're reaction. It was...strange." Apollo said, with confusion in his tone.
"Strange?" Maya questioned, placing her hand on her left breast, near her heart.
"Quite. I noticed you began..sweating. Why was that?" Apollo began further questioning.
"I..don't know what you're talking about." Maya had the same expression from the one with the hat. Apollo's bracelet tightened.
"Do you know something..about this hat?" Apollo began to pry.
"I-I-I..." Maya couldn't say anything.
"Why was the hat here!? You know!" Apollo yelled, as if he was in court.
"...Ugh..Uh..Uh..." Maya felt as if she couldn't speak.
"What connection does Phoenix Wright have with the murder!?" Apollo questioned with furious. Maya screamed.
The atmosphere dimmed, and everything came into light soon after that.
"The victim, was not a regular man."
"What?"
"He was...a rapist."
"Rapist!?"
"Y-yes. I was a victim of the sort. And so was someone very close to you. You're sister, perhaps?"
"Sister!? I-I'm an only child!"
"No..Trucy, she is your sibling. You share the same mothers, yet separate fathers."
"W-whaaaaaaat!?"
"Yes. This man sexually assaulted me and Trucy..."
"No. I-It can't be!"
"Perhaps...you can figure the true murderer out now?"
And the rest is silence.