The Crimson Stain Chapter 5
Gumshoe opened his eyes, not sure when he had fallen to sleep. De Killer was gone, replaced with his kidnapper.
"Your friend is rather slow," he commented mildly. "I would have thought the great Miles Edgeworth would have it more figured out by now."
The detective just stared at him dully, his mind not working fast. He wasn't cold anymore, but that was because he had gone completely numb by now.
"What's wrong? Not in a talkative mood, Detective?"
Gumshoe scowled. After a few moments of silence, he said, "Don't worry, he'll find me, pal. And when he does, you and that assassin will get what you deserve."
"And what do I deserve, Detective?" he asked mildly, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"The death sentence," he hissed. "You killed an innocent woman! For nothing!"
"I wouldn't say it was for nothing, Dick. It's all a part of my game."
"You're sick, pal. You know that?" Gumshoe's eyes narrowed. "You make me sick!"
"Then I must be playing the game correctly."
"The only DNA on it is yours and Mr. Gumshoe's," the forensics expert replied. "There's no extra fingerprints, skin cells or hair... Who ever planted it must have been very careful."
"I see." Miles frowned, disappointed. This case was looking to be impossible.
"If it makes you feel better, sir. There was no sign of blood on the coat either, so it looks like they haven't harmed him too much..."
He nodded. "Thank you..." He turned and walked out of the forensics department, sighing heavily. He blinked, then forced himself to straighten up. He wasn't going to get anywhere by skulking. He had to stop letting his emotions cloud his mind! Since the police department was a collection of bumbling idiots, he would have to solve it himself! Now what was it the kidnapper said? That it was nippy? So somewhere cold...
"Detective Smith!"
"Yes sir?" The detective looked up from his desk as Edgeworth walked into Criminal affairs.
"I think I have a lead... I need you to find information on any warehouse in the area that's been used to store things that need to be refrigerated."
Detective Smith sighed. "You couldn't have narrowed it down any more than that? Do you have any idea how many warehouses there are?"
Miles sighed, a bit frustrated. He was used to Gumshoe, who followed his orders without question. "It's the only lead we have, Detective... We must follow it."
Smith furrowed his brow. "I'm the one in charge of this investigation, and I don't think we should be wasting our resources on such a vague lead..."
"You have almost the entire police force for this!" A detective was kidnapped, didn't the fool know this?
"We're already drowning in the investigation as it is... Mr. Edgeworth, we already have so much to investigate... We're investigating your enemies, and enemies Dick may have had..."
Enemies? Gumshoe? Who could be an enemy of Gumshoe? The prosecutor crossed his arms, taping his right index finger on his arm.
"Are you absolutely certain he's in a warehouse somewhere? What's your reasoning?"
Edgeworth narrowed his eyes, irritated that he had to explain his logic to the man. Sighing, he explained his conversation with the kidnapper. "Ergo, it's very likely hat he's in a refrigerated warehouse."
"Or he could be in an apartment with air conditioning... It's not much to go on." The detective sighed as he caught sight of Edgeworth's irritated face. "Look, I know you're worried about Dick... It's making you jump to conclusions..."
"I am not jumping to conclusions!" He argued, glaring at the detective.
Smith sighed. "Alright... We'll look into it, Mr. Edgeworth."
"Hmm... You know, Detective... Maybe the Mr. Edgeworth isn't trying very hard to find you..." The kidnapper looked over at Gumshoe, looking amused. He grinned as Gumshoe glanced away from him, saying nothing. "Maybe he doesn't really care about you after all."
"You... You're wrong pal!" Gumshoe turned his head and glared at him. "Mr. Edgeworth will find me!" He bit his lip, trying to ignore the nagging doubt in his mind. Mr. Edgeworth was trying to find him, right? Sure, he was busy with the Shivaldi case, but he'd find some spare time to find him, right?
"You don't seem to sure of yourself, Dick. Maybe it was a mistake to kidnap you... Maybe I should have grabbed Phoenix Wright instead... Maybe I should just kill you now."
Gumshoe's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly tried to hide it.
"Do you think that's what I should do, Dick?" He reached into his pocket and removed a switchblade from his pocket. He flipped the knife open. "I could kill you and then start from scratch."
Gumshoe turned his head away, not wanting to show his fear to the man. He closed his eyes as he felt the cold steel against his cheek.
"You know... Some kidnappers cut off a part of the victim to prove that they're serious... Do you think I should do that instead?" He traced the knife gently from the corner of the detective's mouth to his ear.
Gumshoe took a shuddering breath, wincing as he felt the stinging on his cheek where the knife had left a small cut. "N-n..." He took another breath before turning t glare at his kidnapper. "No matter what happens to me, he'll find you! Mr. Edgeworth will find you, and bring you to justice!"