Phoenix walked to the tape marking where the bodies were laying. Looking at an officer, he got his attention. "Can you tell me what condition the bodies were like when they were found?"

"Well, if you had looked at them from afar, you would have thought they were sleeping. No physical abnormalities whatsoever. You wouldn't be able to tell they were poisoned either since none of the signs are there."

"How would the poison be administered then?"

"I don't know. We're hoping the autopsies will give us answers."

Better write this down for me to ask at the trial what happened.

Phoenix looked at the security camera that was specifically placed in front of the hotel door. "What about this security camera?"

"Ah, that was installed yesterday, just for the Presidential visit. It is easily removable and has a five minute backup battery in case the power is cut."

"Then this was still online when the guards died?"

"No. The last footage it showed was the guards standing still, then turning to black as the battery ran out."

So that means the murders took place during the fifteen minutes after the cameras went out. This could be important later.

"Can you lead me to the place the President was killed?"

The officer shook his head and led Phoenix into the hotel room, which was swarming with local police and FBI agents. Several officers and agents were standing as another man spoke in front of them. He must be the one in charge of the FBI investigation. Soon, the other officers dispersed to do what the man had told them, creating an opening for Phoenix to speak with him.

"Excuse me. I'm—"

"Phoenix Wright the defense attorney. I was told you'd be coming."

"Well, I have a few—"

"Questions. I'm a busy man Wright so be quick."

Can't even finish my sentences with him.

"Well, to begin with, what's your name?"

"Agent Darrel Reaves, lead investigator."

"What have you determined so far from the murders?"

"Well, this is really classified information, so I can't just tell you."

"But I'm—"

"The defense attorney yes, but that doesn't give you the necessary clearance yet for me to tell you the information."

"And why is that?"

"Because I am under the strict orders of the prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth, to not tell the defense anything unless he gives the say so."

"Edgeworth is going to be the prosecutor in the case?"

"Yes. We figured it would be best to have the best prosecutor in the district prosecute this case, since it is such a high profile murder."

"Can't you just tell me one thing?"

"As I said, unless I get permission from Mr. Edgeworth, you—"

"I'm giving you permission, Agent Reaves."

Phoenix turned to see the face of the person who spoke behind him. "Edgeworth!"

Edgeworth stepped forward. "It's been a while Wright."

Darrel looked uncomfortable. "A-are you sure you want to give the information to your opposition? You'll need every advantage in the court you can get."

"When two attorneys clash in the court, fighting with all their might, the truth will be revealed. Even if I had the advantage here, Mr. Wright would eventually uncover the truth. Better to tell him now than delay the inevitable."

Darrel nodded. "I-indeed. Very well then, Mr. Wright. Ask me anything you wish. I'll answer to the best of my ability."

"Alright. In what condition did you find the body?"

"It was lying right in the middle of the room, face against the carpet. It looked like the President was on his knees, executed."

"You're saying the President had his hands up and on his knees when he was shot?"

"Indeed."

Edgeworth nodded his approval. "The entry point of the bullet suggests that as well. It's not angled as if the killer was in front of him, at equal height, but that him being behind him, gun over his shoulder."

"Did the gunshot kill him immediately?"

"Though it hasn't been confirmed yet by an autopsy, we assume so. We saw no signs of the victim trying to move after he received the fatal bullet."

"What makes you think it was my client?"

Darrel chuckled. "I'm sure the good detective has already told you part of it, but I'll tell you again anyhow. The 'coincidence' of him…uh…'doing business' in the lavatory right when the other agents were murdered, the cameras losing power, right after he left to be precise, and…blood."

"Blood?"

"We found blood splattered all over his uniform."

Edgeworth cleared his throat. "And not the type of, 'I touched the body' excuse. The blood was splattered, presumably from him being close to the victim as he shot him."

"Then there must have been gunpowder found on the body?"

Darrel affirmatively shook his head. "We have indeed, right where the bullet entered the body."

This isn't looking good for my client at all…