Chapter Four

Looking up, the hero of our story spotted Bluecorp's office building. A blue man holding a blue Earth stood tall and firm at the top of the structure.

"This guy must have a bigger ego than Manfred von Karma's!" Gumshoe laughed, as he kicked open the doors. Before entering, he glanced at his notepad. He had the affidavit written by the bellboy, claiming there was another man there, and that he'd know him if he saw him again.

Finally, the detective stepped in. "Scuze me, where can I find Mr. White?"

"No, I'm telling you, you whoresome, flapper-eared knave!" the pink-haired man screamed into his cell-phone. "Add the word 'Abso-posi-lutely' to the world dictionary immediately! No, I don't care how much trouble it will cause! I know what you did behind your wife's back! …Yes, that's right. It's spelled a-b-s-o…" White looked up at the green-coated detective. "…I'll have to get back to you. Excuse me." He pressed the 'end' button on his phone and sat down. "May I help you, sir?"

"Were you blackmailing someone?"

"We were practicing lines for a musical. I can certainly see how you came to that conclusion, however."

The detective, having no proof, gave up on the matter.

"So what brings you here, my good flatfoot?" he asked, his arms loosely spread open. "I assure you, I have everything you need!"

"I have a question for you about April May," the detective cut right to the chase.

"Ah, yes. She's been a long-time employee with Bluecorp."

"Is that why she tapped the victim's phone?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know what kind of company Bluecorp is."

Redd White gulped.

"You're a detective agency of sorts," White sighed at the detective's answer. "But you're more based on gathering information. Tell me, did you have Miss April May tap the phone of the late Mia Fey?"

"I beg your pardon, sir, but we of Bluecorp don't go about our business via illegal activity," White replied, showing off his horribly reflective rings. "If what you say is the truth, then I'll have Miss May fired immediately."

"So you're denying it?"

"Of course."

"Why so protective?"

"If you were wrongly accused of, say, murder, would you go around claiming you've done it?"

"No."

"Case closed, then," White laughed. "So is that all you're here for?"

"I haven't finished yet," the detective said. "Were you in the room with Ms. April May when she called the police? Be careful what you say; I have a lot of evidence in my beck-and-call."

"…Yes, as a matter of fact, I was. Do you have an issue with that?"

"Miss April May, according to my files, plainly stated she was alone. Now you tell me. Is there a problem with that?"

"Yes, of course there is! She committed perjury!"

"But why?"

"To keep me out of it," Redd White stood up. "I have nothing to do with this bludgeoning. I didn't even see the thing happen!"

"…I never told you that the victim was bludgeoned," the detective observed. "I'll have to keep a note of what you just said…" Gumshoe was interrupted by a blow to the left cheek. His vision flashed for a second on impact, then he rubbed his cheek.

"What are you going to do?" White asked. "Charge me with assault of a law official? In the end, it will be you who is found guilty."

"Excuse me!"

"The law, politics, world-leaders…" Redd stepped around to the other side of his desk, "they're all my toys; my playthings. I have… 'information' on all of them, and they'll do whatever I say if it means their secrets are safe."

"You…" Gumshoe pointed, "…Your company is based on blackmail! You were blackmailing the man on the other end of that call!"

"So what if I was? Everyone will believe you, but no one would dare speak up. I have dirt on judges, prosecutors, defense attorneys…"

"What do you have on Phoenix Wright?"

"His hair is really a sleeping porcupine that feeds off of the souls of children."

"Everyone already knows that, pal."

"Touché, my good detective."

"You're a bastard, pal!" Gumshoe slammed the wall with his fist. He tried as hard as he could to tough-out the pain in hopes of looking badass. "I'll see to t that you get the death-sentence!"

"…" White pressed a button on his desk. "Hello, Ms. Lana Skye?" White whispered to Gumshoe: "she's the head of the prosecutor's department, or whatever it's called."

"White?" a woman's voice replied. "What is it this time?"

"I've decided," White said, "that I'll be appearing in court tomorrow."

"Why the change of heart?"

"Because I witnessed the crime, and the prosecution has the wrong person," White said. "The true killer… is standing right in front of me! His name is Dick Gumshoe, in the event he kills me before you manage to send the authorities."

"I'm sending the top officers right away, sir!" the woman's voice said, as the call ended.

"There's no hope for you, my good detective," White shook his head. "It's game-over. Checkmate. King me. Yahtzee. Capice, Signor Flatfoot?"

"You're wrong, White," Gumshoe said calmly. He barely managed to keep his temper. "I'll see to it that the truth of this puzzling mosaic is revealed; even if it kills me, pal!"

"…I've only just met you, and your words impress me, Detective Gymshoe."

"Why does everyone call me 'Gymshoe?'" the flatfoot thought.

"Together," White gestured towards a statue of himself holding the globe, "we could control the world, 'pal.'"

"Hey!" Gumshoe cried. "That's my endearing character trait! No deal, pal!"

"Freeze!" the familiar voice shot through the megaphone. The doors burst open, and who should come through, but Officer Meekins? "Nobody move!"

"…This is the force's best officer?" White asked.

"You'd be surprised."

"Am I to assume the entire force consists of a bunch of bumbling idiots?"

"He may sound and appear like one, but he does his job well and honorably."

"…Detective Gumshoe, sir?" Meekins lowered the gun he held. "Did the criminal get away?"

"No, he's right here," White pointed to the detective. "He's the murderer of Miss Mia Fey."

"…I'm sorry, sir," Meekins said, "but I'm going to have to take you to the precinct."

"I understand," Gumshoe replied. "I'm not going to resist, but I promise you I'm innocent."

"That's what they all say!" White laughed heavily, and the detective growled. "Lock him up and throw away the key!"

END CHAPTER FOUR

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It's me again; Napshot64. I decided to do two chapters today for the heck of it, 'cause I don't have a life to get back to. :P

I've decided to put 'Gymshoe' in Wright's metaphorical 'shoes' for a moment (haha, wordplay is fun…) and have him accused upon confronting White. Now that Maya is instantly off the hook, what do you think Phoenix will do for the good Detective? Whatever you're thinking, you're probably wrong. Remember, he's being put in Phoenix's shoes (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge). If you haven't been able to even get a foggy idea of that I'm talking about, then just join me next time for chapter five! Ciao!