CHAPTER 14

Miles Edgeworth was laying down in his bed naked, with the woman he loved holding onto his side, sleeping. He didn't expect it to happen this way or for a while, but it did. The sun was shining through his bedroom window; it was only 4:00, so they would just be getting off of work right now if they weren't investigating a murder. He quickly jumped to another subject in order to prevent himself from thinking about the trial tommorow; He'd have to try and prove a man he knew for a fact was innocent guilty, after all. He couldn't help but ponder something though; something that didn't quite add up. If Shelly de Killer is the assassin, which I do believe him to be, then how did the calling card he always leaves at the scene of the crime to alert the authorities he was the murderer end up in Mr. Vick's office? The courtroom and Worldwide Studios aren't even close together, and I know de Killer didn't stop by to drop it off...Vick must have had an accomplice who was at the courtroom today...but who? I can't piece together anything past that.

Franziska moved a little without waking up from her nap, as if she had been reading his mind; "Stop thinking and rest...we can work on this together later tonight..." He decided to heed to her advice and kissed the top of her head before dozing off into a small nap himself.

3 hours later, he awoke to find himself alone in bed with the smell of tea lingering from the kitchen. He put on his sleepwear before heading that way, to find Franziska in her nightgown trying her hardest to make them both some tea, but she seemed to be having a lot of difficulty with doing so.

As if she knew what he was about to do, she turned and pointed at him, her voice flustered and her whip in her right hand. "Miles Edgeworth! Don't even think about helping me make this tea! I have this under control!" She made it appear as if she was ready to lash at him if he didn't listen by the way she was holding her whip, but he knew she could hardly hold her whip with her right hand, let alone actually use it with that hand. He just smiled and let her go on with her attempt at making tea, thinking her irritation with her inability to make it right cute. He seated himself at the dining room table, and when she finished, she brought them their tea and sat down to discuss the case he was to be prosecuting the next day.

"...Yes, that is strange. But who do you suppose to be the accomplice?" Edgeworth thought about this for a second. "I haven't the slightest clue; although, the courthouse keeps records of everyone who enters, so we'll have to look into that tommorrow morning." Franziska took a sip of her tea. "Now since we have that settled, we need to focus on how you're going to handle the trial tomorrow. It wouldn't be right to get Mr. Gavin a guilty verdict, no matter how obnoxious he is. And witnesses; you have the Scruffy detective, and the bailiff of the case prepared..." She read the bailiff's name and looked as if someone had hit her in the stomach. "Mike Meekins!? Are you really calling the two most incompetent officers in the country as your witnesses for your case?" Edgeworth shrugged as he took a sip of his tea. "Yes...but only because I know Wright will blow through these two men's testimonies, and although they're both idiots, I highly doubt they'll say something dumb enough to implicate themselves as the murderers." Franziska closed her eyes, lifting her teacup up to her mouth; "...I hope you're right, Miles Edgeworth."

He then pulled out the case file and looked over the notes with her.

Damon Lyght, 31, was killed by a poisoned cup of coffee in the middle of a trial, purchased by Klavier Gavin, 17, opposing prosecutor, who had also purchased one for himself. Proof of purchase was provided, and motive was believed to be due to the defendant's upstagement during the trial.

List of Evidence: Poisoned cup of coffee, proof of Klavier Gavin's purchase of two cups of coffee to be delivered to the courthouse

Profiles:

Damon Lyght, 31, "Defense of the Stars," killed mid-trial by poisoning

Klavier Gavin, 17, young prosecutor from Germany, suspected murderer of Damon Lyght

Mike Meekins, 24, court bailiff, brought victim and defendant coffee

Dick Gumshoe, 33, detective in charge of case

"...this should be a open and closed case, Miles Edgeworth. There's no other suspects."

Edgeworth shook his head in agreement. "...So it seems."

He didn't like how things were looking for the case tomorrow; an innocent young man with a bright future had nearly no hope of getting acquitted for a crime he didn't commit.