Limits of Perfection
Chapter 8:
Imperfect Heart
Author's note: Okay…you know the drill. I don't own Phoenix Wright games or characters…and if I did, I'd be swimming in my own pool of money (which would be shaped like a dollar bill!)
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Date:???
Time: 3:00 AM
Place???
It rang three times before someone on the other end picked up. Just like usual...
"Herr Volker! What a surprise..."
"Don't mess with me."
"What in heaven's name do you mean?"
"Cut the crap. It's been two days since you promised me that confirmation."
"Has it?"
"Stop messing with me Marty! I mean it! You said plainly that I would get my confirmation in the newspaper!"
"And you will! You know how long it takes news to get from here to-"
"NO! I want to know NOW!"
The outburst from Herr Volker caused deadly silence on the other line, and all that could be heard was the sound of heavy breathing before the man dubbed as Marty spoke.
"Now you listen to me, you little insolent twit. You're getting too brash. I could sell you out for the RAT you are! How do you think the Bitburg police force would take such a serious crime as murder for hire? Do you think you'll get the death penalty sooner?!"
"N-now Marty...don't get all upset!"
"Upset?! Oh I'm WAY far beyond upset now."
"Marty! Marty! P-please! I never meant-!"
"You remember what I said, right? At the beginning of this little contract? If you go against my authority, then that's IT! GOODBYE! AUF WEIDERSEHEN! WE'RE DONE!"
"NO! No, Marty PLEASE!"
"...no...no I take that back. YOU'RE FINISHED!"
On the other end of the phone line, Marty heard a couple of cries for help, gagging noises, and then the phone went dead, save for the pre-recorded voice that spoke until the phone was hung up.
"Keine anschlüss under diese nummer..."
There are no connections under this number...
Keine anschlüss under diese nummer...
Keine anschlüss under diese nummer...
Keine anschlüss under diese nummer...
"That's it! That's it! I've had enough of you two! Out of my house now! Out! Out! OUT!"
The sound of Miles Edgeworth's irritated voice echoed throughout the entire apartment, as the bedroom door flew open. Maya and Phoenix scrambled out of the room nervously, with Miles following behind them, his eyes narrowed. "I have yet to find how talking about burger joints for hours upon end will help anyone, with their problems, let alone myself! My problem is not with food!" he snapped. Phoenix opened his mouth to say something, and Miles rounded on him. "And don't even think of saying 'but she was only trying to take your mind off of things!', Wright! You know damn good and well that you two were just stalling for a reason to stick your noses in my business!"
"Miles-"
"You two had no reason to come in here and try to get me to talk about this! This is a very personal matter that I will have to solve by myself-"
"Miles-"
"Will you STOP interrupting me, Wright?! Here I am, trying to tell you clearly to get out, and you're over there, babbling-"
"MR. EDGEWORTH!" Maya stomped her foot and glared at Miles before pointing to the open closet. Miles frowned as he walked towards the closet, and promptly noticed that one of his coats was missing. It was about that time that something clicked in his mind. His eyes widened, and he began a frantic dash throughout the medium sized apartment, his mind racing.
'She wouldn't...She wouldn't just LEAVE...would she?!'
Franziska.
Franziska...!
"FRANZISKA!"
That was two days ago. Fourty-eight hours.. Two days since Miles Edgeworth had walked out of that room and found her to be gone. She hadn't left a note or told anyone to tell him anything...nothing. It was as though Franziska von Karma had disappeared from the face of the Earth. He couldn't put in a missing person's report...no one knew she was in the country in the first place...and secondly, if Franziska didn't want to be found, she would make sure she couldn't be found. Miles figured that it shouldn't have been so hard to find a woman such as her. She had such...a distinct quality to her...no one could have NOT seen her. Every day...she was searched for...people searched long and hard to find her. With Gumshoe's help, even most of the police department had been put on the hunt...
He waited for her. Miles devoted his days to sleeping as little as possible, and filled his nights with the pacing of floors. Back and forth he walked in his living room. More than several times he was tempted to run out to his car and drive off to find her. He was advised against it by Gumshoe...and after several times of attempting to do so, Phoenix was assigned to keep watch over the frantic prosecutor.
Phoenix was no comfort.
Phoenix wasn't really the greatest "watchdog" in the world. Normally, by 2:00 AM, the defense lawyer was fast asleep in the guest bedroom, snoring his heart out. But Miles didn't leave his apartment. He knew good and well that Phoenix would probably be able to tell that he had...if he did. Miles hoped and prayed that he would hear from her. In the early hours of the morning, he normally passed the time by tossing his cell phone up and down, hoping to feel it vibrate and hear it ring when he did so. When this failed to happen, normally Miles would go into the living room, sit down on the large couch...the one where he had kissed Franziska... He would set his phone on the glass table...and sit...and wait...and watch...
...But every night...every night as Miles sat in his living room next to his phone...he was filled with disappointment...
Not one single phone call came.