June 30, 9:50 AM, District Court, Defendant's Lobby #9
"This is it," Apollo said, taking a deep breath, "Badriyyah's going down."
"Do you even have any solid evidence on her?" Clay said, grinning skeptically, which Apollo didn't really know until now was possible.
"...yes," Apollo said, "well, assuming the lab results are going to be what I think they're going to be."
"Oh," Clay said, "you don't know yet?"
"I don't think they've come in yet."
"Hm," Clay said, then frowned. Apollo frowned too.
"Are you sure about this?" he said.
"What do you mean?" Clay replied, not really looking at Apollo.
"From here on out, I'm going on the offensive," Apollo said, "it's the last day of trial, so I can't afford to let up. When court lets out today... one of you is going to prison."
"I know," Clay said.
"And you're fine with that?"
Clay gave Apollo a long look, then said, "I loved her, man, but if I'm totally honest with myself... I knew it was her all along."
"…r… really now?" Apollo said.
Clay shrugged. "You know how she is. The only thing that surprises me is the fact that she planned it out."
"She seems like the 'crime of passion' type?" Apollo said. Clay nodded. "Remind me again why you were dating her?"
"…I didn't think the crime of passion would be directed towards me?" Clay said sheepishly. Apollo stared at him in disbelief.
"Court will begin soon," the guard said.
"Okay, let's go," Clay said cheerfully, "Come on, Apollo. I'm Clay Terran and I'm fine!"
June 30, 10:00 AM, District Court, Courtroom #9
"Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Clay Terran."
"The defense is ready, your Honor."
"The prosecution is ready, your Honor."
"Now then," the Judge said, "have the jacket and wagon been found yet?"
"Actually, yes, your Honor," Trucy said, "at least the wagon has. It was found at the bottom of Gourd Lake following an, um, altercation between the defense attorney and today's witness."
…That's not really how I would describe it, Apollo thought.
"Oh my," said the Judge, "and you're sure this is the wagon that was used to move the body?"
"Yes, your Honor," Trucy said again, "the victim's hair was found embedded in the bed of the wagon."
"And the blood on the handle?" Apollo said.
"…there was another mix-up in the forensics department," Trucy said. What do you mean, another? Apollo thought exasperatedly. "However," Trucy continued, "we do know that the blood on the handle did not match the victim."
"So you're expecting the results to come back at some point during the trial?" the Judge said.
"…I'd like to apologize for that, your Honor," Trucy said, "but yes. Yes I am."
"Whose blood are you currently checking it against?" Apollo asked.
"The defendant's, obviously," Trucy said, "but we did obtain a warrant for samples of Zuvan's blood, so…" Apollo breathed a sigh of relief. He knew it had to be her blood, so now the question was: would it get here on time?
And even if it were her blood… where did it come from?
"There were also partial fingerprints in the blood," Trucy noted, "but, again, we're not sure who they belong to yet, and we're cross-checking them against the defendant, the victim, and Ms. Zuvan."
"And the jacket?" the Judge said.
"We assume that it's been destroyed," Trucy said. Clay looked distressed.
"Is there any evidence to back that up?" Apollo said. Trucy shook her head.
"There are incinerators at both Gatewater Apartments and Run Down Inn that are only accessible by the occupants of each apartment complex, and both had unidentifiable scraps of fabric in them, so… we thought it'd be found with the wagon, but it wasn't, so most likely the mysterious cloth in the Gatewater Apartments incinerator is the jacket."
"And you say the wagon was found at the bottom of Gourd Lake, Miss Wright?" the Judge said.
"Yes, your Honor," Trucy said, "while it is true that Gourd Lake is pretty far away from the defendant's apartment, going there isn't exactly out of the question."
"Objection!" Apollo said, "My client doesn't own a car - if he had walked all the way from People Park to Gourd Lake dragging a wagon behind him, somebody would have witnessed him!"
"It was the middle of the night, Mr. Justice," Trucy said cheerfully.
"I doubt anyone who lived between People Park and Gourd Lake was actually awake to witness anything," the Judge added.
"Also, let's say for argument's sake that the real killer is someone other than Mr. Terran," Trucy said, putting her finger to her mouth thoughtfully, "wouldn't they also have to carry the wagon from People Park to Gourd Lake?"
"Uh… yes," said Apollo. Let's just pretend that didn't just happen, he thought.
"So without further ado," Trucy said, bouncing, "the prosecution calls Badriyyah Zuvan to the stand."
As Badriyyah took the stand, she gave Apollo such a hateful glare that Apollo was sure that his hair would catch on fire or something.
"Witness, name and occupation," Trucy said dauntlessly.
"Badriyyah Zuvan, aerospace engineering student at Ivy University," Badriyyah said aggressively. Her hands were firmly on her hips this time. Oh boy, Apollo thought, she's not messing around here, is she?
"Ms. Zuvan," Trucy said, "please testify regarding the relationship between the defendant and the victim."
"I already told you, didn't I?" Badriyyah said, looking aloof and arrogant.
"Their true relationship, witness," Trucy said, staring intently at her. "We've been over this."
"Yeah, yeah," Badriyyah said dismissively, "okay. The truth is… I don't know the relationship between Clay and Bernie. As far as I knew, they didn't even know each other." She smiled sardonically at the court. "That's why it's so odd that Clay would kill him. Seriously, a murder, with no motive? He's clearly a madman - I wasn't safe around him. So I had to get him behind bars at any cost." She moved one hand to the witness stand and gripped it tightly, laughing. "At any cost."
"OBJECTION!" Apollo yelled as soon as she was done talking, "I object to this whole testimony!"
"So you object to the truth?" Badriyyah said contemptuously.
"The defendant is not a madman!" Apollo shouted.
"Oh, but isn't this just what you want, Mr. Justice?" Badriyyah said, "an admission that I was the one screwing with Keyway's and Laniklowd's testimonies?" The crowd began muttering amongst itself.
"What!" said the Judge, "you were-?"
"Yes," said Trucy, "Ms. Zuvan is admitting to suborning perjury. But what's important here is her reasoning, your Honor."
"Yep," Badriyyah said, laughing wildly again, "I hope the court can forgive me, but Clay is friends with an attorney who has made quite a name for himself - if he could get a Kitaki declared innocent, imagine what he could do with Clay's perfect little crime?"
"Objection!" Apollo yelled, "need I remind you that the decisive evidence was found in the lake by your apartment?!"
"Objection!" Trucy said, "it's not impossible for the defendant to have dumped the wagon in the lake!"
Apollo pounded his fists on the desk. "Why would he do that?!"
"Need I remind you how long it took the police to find the wagon?" Trucy replied, "he was clearly trying to ensure it wouldn't be found!"
Apollo growled, wondering if it was time to start edging into more dangerous, less provable territory. Should he… bluff?
"Mr. Justice, your cross-examination, please," the Judge said. Badriyyah grinned rapaciously.
Yeah, he should bluff.
"Witness," Apollo said, taking a deep breath, "what exactly was the relationship between you and the victim?"
"I don't really think that's relevant," Badriyyah said scornfully.
"Please answer the question, Ms. Zuvan," Trucy said.
"Tch," Badriyyah said, irritated, "very well then." She titled her head, glaring at Apollo. "What relationship do you expect me to testify about? I dated him. We broke up. The end."
"But was that really the end?" Apollo said, crossing his arms.
The corner of Badriyyah's mouth twitched into a momentary scowl, then she relaxed again. "You're a fool, Mr. Justice," she said, "believing anything Clay tells you… did it ever occur to you that he's lying to make me look suspicious? He just wants you to 'catch' me as the 'real killer'!"
There was a short pause. "The prosecution would like to request that the defense tell the court what exactly he's insinuating," Trucy said. Badriyyah glared at her.
"Yes, Mr. Justice," the Judge said, "what on earth are you talking about?"
"The witness was in a romantic relationship with the victim," Apollo said solemnly, "one that she hid from everyone… including her 'public' boyfriend, the defendant." He pressed his finger against his forehead. "Who knows what happened between her and the victim, especially considering she didn't want anyone to know about their continued relationship!" He pointed at Badriyyah, drew a deep breath, and shouted, "You're the one who killed Bernie Dejeu!"
The peanut gallery burst into conversation. Badriyyah pressed one hand against her chest and growled. The Judge gasped.
"What led you to that conclusion, Mr. Justice?" Trucy said brightly. Why isn't she asking for direct proof? Apollo thought, has she dropped suspicion against Clay, or…?
"My client knew about Ms. Zuvan's infidelity and told me about it," Apollo said, "he also told me about how the one who summoned him to the park at the night of the crime was her. Additionally, he also remembered that he had left his GYAXA jacket at her apartment, something which I can personally confirm."
"So, your reasoning is all based off of what the defendant told you?" Trucy said.
Apollo shook his head. "Naturally, the fact that she was tampering with Ehkha and Laniklowd's testimonies is extremely suspicious. And the defendant's belief that she was being unfaithful to him was supported by Laniklowd's testimony."
"You mean the one where he told you that Bernie'd been harassing me?" Badriyyah said.
Apollo nodded. "He didn't just tell us that Mr. Dejeu was harassing you, he described it." He picked up his transcript of Laniklowd's testimony. "I don't know about you, witness, but it sounds to me an awful lot like a normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. The only reason why he thought it was harassment was because he had no idea the two of you were actually dating!"
Badriyyah growled, and glared at Apollo and Trucy in turn. "F-Fine." She honestly looked as though she were plotting to murder Apollo, too. "I admit it."
"You admit the murder?" Trucy said, putting a finger to her mouth thoughtfully.
"No, of course not, you little brat. I admit I was cheating on Clay, alright?" she said, and Apollo noticed that her plait was beginning to come undone, "but I didn't kill Bernie!"
Apollo's bracelet reacting to "I didn't kill Bernie" was all the proof he needed. Unfortunately, the court would not see the subtle curling of her fingers into a fist the same way.
"How does this change anything, Mr. Justice?" Trucy said thoughtfully, "the witness' reasoning still stands if she didn't know that the defendant was aware of her infidelity. And it just cements the defendant's motive, too." Apollo cringed. He should have known Trucy was going to start pushing back sooner or later.
"It also cements the witness' motive!" Apollo yelled.
"Did you forget about all the evidence pointing to the defendant?" Trucy said, "for instance, the model that the victim had on him. It belongs to the defendant. Wouldn't it make sense if the victim grabbed it and put it in his pocket just as he was passing out, in order to implicate the defendant?"
"Why, yes," the Judge said, "it would. If Ms. Zuvan were the real killer, why would the victim grab a model that had the defendant's name on it?"
"It could have been planted!" Apollo yelled, pounding on his desk.
"Only the victim's fingerprints were on it," Trucy said, "at least, those were the only recoverable ones."
"There weren't any fingerprints on the Zolpidem bottle, either!" Apollo shouted, "the real killer must have been wearing gloves!"
"Then why aren't the victim's fingerprint's more smudged?" Trucy said, "if it had been put in the victim's pocket by someone wearing gloves, we would have been able to tell."
"In that case, the one who put the Luna 2 model in the pocket was the victim himself," Apollo said.
"Which would implicate Clay," Badriyyah interjected drily.
"Not if the victim didn't know that the model belonged to him!" Apollo shouted, pointing, "He could have assumed that it belonged to the real killer - after all, she certainly has very many similar models. The fact that he grabbed one that originally belonged to my client is a complete coincidence!"
"And you believe that all the other evidence against the defendant could have easily been manipulated by the witness?" Trucy said.
"Of course!"
"Objection!" said Trucy, "Mr. Justice, at what point would she have had the opportunity to plant the Zolpidem bottle after the murder?"
"Eh?" Apollo said, then pressed his finger to his forehead, "well, the victim was killed around 11:15, and I didn't arrive at our apartment until around midnight. That leaves a 45 minute window for her to plant the Zolpidem bottle."
"But Ms. Zuvan's apartment is near Gourd Lake, which is about 40 minutes away from People Park by car - even longer if you're walking. Unless you mean to say that Ms. Zuvan somehow drowned Mr. Dejeu in your apartment?" Trucy said.
"Well, no, of course not," Apollo said, sweating, "she doesn't have a key, and it was unoccupied at the time of the murder, so there was no one to let her in."
"So there was no way for her to plant the Zolpidem at your apartment after the murder," Trucy said, "because by the time she got to your apartment, you would have already been home."
Apollo recoiled. That was true. But wait- "How do we know she planted it after the murder?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Justice?" the Judge said.
"I mean," Apollo said, pressing his finger against his forehead, "she could have very well planted it before the murder. She could have had another bottle of Zolpidem prepared, or she could have taken as many pills as she would have needed in advance. Either way, she would have had plenty of opportunity to plant it before the murder - and also plenty of opportunity to plant my client's fingerprints on them." He crossed his arms and smirked. "That's the real reason, of course, as to why the fingerprints are placed so oddly. Mr. Terran was most likely sleeping when Ms. Zuvan put the bottle in his bare hand."
"So, basically," Trucy said, completely unperturbed, "all of our evidence can go one way or the other." Badriyyah was sweating.
"There's also the fact that the original tip meant to get arrested used a voice-changer," Apollo said, "Ms. Zuvan could have been the one who called it in."
"So could Mr. Terran," Trucy said.
"Why would he do that?!" Apollo demanded.
"Because he knew the whole time that you would defend him in court," Trucy said, wagging her finger, "which is why he specifically set up the whole crime to make it look as though he were being framed."
"Yes, that's exactly it," Badriyyah said, grinning triumphantly, although her fists were shaking.
"That's awfully clever of him," the Judge said.
"Hold it!" Apollo yelled, "your Honor! There's still one piece of evidence that can't go one way or the other!"
"The wagon," said Trucy, bouncing, "specifically, the blood on the handle."
"Yes," Apollo said, "most likely, the victim fought back before succumbing to the soporifics, so the real killer was still bleeding when they dumped the body."
"Hmm," said the Judge, "Miss Wright, was the defendant injured when he was arrested?"
"Not that we know of," Trucy said brightly, "although he wasn't thoroughly examined when he was first arrested. It's possible that by the time he was checked over for any wounds - which was yesterday - they had already healed."
"Were there any scabs or anything like that?" Apollo said.
"A few, according to the medical report," Trucy said, pulling it out of her hat, "but it was impossible to determine if they had come from the night of the crime, or before, or after."
"But it's also possible that Ms. Zuvan could be hiding any injuries, too," Apollo said.
"Hmph. And to think I almost gave you the chance yesterday to see for yourself that I'm not," Badriyyah said lightly. For some reason, as soon as Trucy mentioned the blood on the wagon, she had suddenly began holding herself with the self-assurance that only someone who knew they could very well get away with murder could - someone like Kristoph Gavin.
Chills went down Apollo's spine.
"A-Anyway, the blood - and the fingerprints - on the wagon handle must belong to the real killer," Apollo pressed forward. Badriyyah couldn't talk her way out of this one. "Which means they belong to you, Ms. Zuvan!" Apollo shouted forcefully, pointing at Badriyyah dramatically. She bared her teeth at him. The gallery flared up into discussion.
Just then, the doors of the courtroom flew open, and in ran Ema, manilla envelope in hand.
"Ah, this must be the results on the wagon," the Judge said. Apollo let out a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding in, crossed his arms, and grinned at Badriyyah.
"Well, Ema?" Trucy said, leaning over her bench, "what are they?"
Ema gave Apollo a brief look, then pulled a piece of paper out of the envelope and read out for the court: "The blood on the handle of the wagon, and the fingerprints in them, is that of… Clay Terran."
Silence fell over the court. Clay's name echoed in Apollo's head. No… that can't be. Badriyyah started laughing wildly again. Her plait had completely unraveled, and her hair flew freely down around her neck, framing her wickedly triumphant face. Did Ema really just say…?
"WHAT?!" screamed Apollo, finding his voice at last. He slammed his fists on the defense bench. "Detective Skye! Are you sure about the results?!"
"Of course," Ema said. Her expression was a mixture of Ha, I was right and I'm sorry I couldn't help you. "There's no doubt about it. The blood is Terran's, the fingerprints are Terran's."
"Th-that can't be right," Apollo said. Had he missed something? How could it be Clay's blood? "Detective Skye… are you sure that it's from the time of the murder?"
"W-Well, it's been in the lake a few days," Ema said, unable to look at Apollo, "so it's a little hard to tell, but yes, it's entirely possible that it's from the time of the murder."
"But it's also possible that it could be from before the murder?" Apollo said desperately. There had to be some way to explain this away - there had to be some way to prove that Badriyyah was the real killer!
"Yes," was all Ema said.
"Well, the defense did just spend the last fifteen minutes explaining why the wagon was such decisive evidence, so… the defendant must be guilty," Trucy said, her trepidation from the first day of trial returning on those last five words.
"I suppose I'll hand my verdict down now, then," the Judge said after a brief pause, "this court finds the defendant, Clay Terran…"
"OBJECTION!"
It took Apollo a moment to realize that the one who objected had been him. He couldn't see a way out of this, but… there had to be one. There just had to.
"Yes, Mr. Justice?" the Judge said.
"Th-this trial isn't over yet!" Apollo shouted. What was he even doing? "Clay isn't the killer!"
"What, you're still going to claim I am?" Badriyyah said haughtily, "Face it, Mr. Justice: you lost. Clay's done for! And I had nothing to do with it! That wagon proves it-"
"No," Apollo said, "that wagon proves you did it."
The gallery started murmuring again. "What do you mean, Mr. Justice?" the Judge said, shocked.
"Um," Apollo said. What did he mean? Why did he say that?! "W-Well… the fingerprints!" he said abruptly, "if my client wasn't the killer, but his were the only fingerprints on the handle of the wagon, then the real killer must have worn gloves!"
The Judge shook his head. "Mr. Justice, I'm afraid I-"
"Objection!" Trucy said, "your Honor. I'd like to see where he's going with this. Please?" she added, flashing a very cute smile.
"Well… I suppose so," said the Judge, "but if this doesn't lead anywhere, Mr. Justice, I won't give you any more second chances."
"Th-thank you, your Honor," Apollo said, although he didn't feel very relieved. Gloves… gloves… "As I was saying," he said, hoping the "make things up as you go along" strategy would serve him as well as it did Mr. Wright, "the real killer must have used gloves. So, if they were touching the bloody wagon handle with their gloves… the blood must have gotten on the gloves!" Apollo finished the sentence in a shout.
"B-Blood on the gloves?" Badriyyah said, suddenly going pale, and taking a step back.
"It's possible," Ema said thoughtfully, "of course, if the blood had gotten there in the first place like the defense claimed earlier, the traces would be very minute… but it's still possible."
That was exactly what Apollo needed. "So!" he said, "we need to find these gloves!"
"If they existed, they would have been destroyed along with the GYAXA jacket," Trucy pointed out.
"Exactly," Apollo said confidently, crossing his arms, "so, if the burnt fabric in the incinerator at Run Down Inn contains traces of the defendant's blood… it would be impossible for my client to be the murderer, since he would have had no way to burn evidence in that incinerator!" He pointed at Badriyyah. "And that would prove that Ms. Zuvan is the real killer!"
There was brief lag as the gallery discussed Apollo's declaration. As the Judge banged his gavel to quiet them down, Ema suddenly yelled, "I'll go check it out!" and tore out of the courtroom.
"Wait!" Badriyyah screeched, turning to reach out to Ema. She wasn't looking so smug now. "Detective Skye, NO-!" But she was gone. Badriyyah whirled around disorientedly, facing the court again. Her hateful, hurt glare fell on Apollo. "You- you-!" She jerked forward, almost collapsing, but catching herself on the stand. "I'll never forgive you for this…!"
"Face it, Ms. Zuvan," Apollo said, crossing his arms and smirking, "you lost."
She looked back up at him through her hair, which was falling in her eyes. "Shut up," she hissed, "you don't know what it was like. Bernie - he was going to tell Clay th-that I was cheating on him. I couldn't let that happen. I had to kill him."
"Badri," Clay said, suddenly standing up, "Badri, I already knew-"
"How was I supposed to know that?!" Badriyyah snapped, then buried her head in her arms, moaning dejectedly. "If he'd've driven you away from me - I would've died. It was him or me, Clay. I - I had no choice… I'm sorry. I only framed you because I knew your friend would get you off the hook... I wasn't expecting him to figure it all out...!"
Clay gave her a very long, sad look, then sat down again without saying anything. He looked firmly at the floor.
The Judge coughed. "Well," he said, "that was certainly one of the most last-minute turnabouts I've ever seen. In any case, this court hereby finds the defendant, Clay Terran… NOT GUILTY."
The crowd cheered. Confetti fell. In the defendant's box, and at the witness stand, two people stood perfectly still, apart from the slight tremors of repressed sobs.
"This court is adjourned!"
June 30, 3:00 PM, District Court, Defendant's Lobby #9
Trucy opened the door to the Defendant's Lobby a crack and peered in. There was Apollo - she was proud of him, snatching victory out of the jaws of defeat like he did. And there was Terran, whose face was buried in his hands, his shoulders shaking.
"You'll be fine," Apollo was saying, "you obviously didn't mean that much to her, anyway."
"Sh-she killed over me, Apollo!" Terran wailed, although it was muffled.
"She was also cheating on you," Apollo pointed out, "forget about her. Besides, eighteen months from now, you'll be at least 225,000 miles away from her."
"B-But Apollo…" Terran said, but Trucy couldn't hear what he said next, so she figured that was as good a time as any to enter the room.
"Hi, Polly, Mr. Terran," Trucy said cheerfully, "congratulations on your 'not guilty' verdict!"
"O-Oh, hi, Trucy," Apollo said as Terran rapidly wiped his eyes and composed himself. He had obviously just been crying. "Um," Apollo said in a much lower voice, "who's that?"
"This is Aunt Franziska," Trucy said, gesturing towards Franziska, who had followed her into the Defendant's Lobby. "I kept asking her for advice on this case, so she wanted to watch the last day of trial."
"Yes," Franziska said, "that was an impressive bit of deduction at the very end there, Apollo Justice."
"Oh, r-really?" Apollo said, eyeing Franziska's whip nervously, "thank you very much, Ms., um, von Karma?" He glanced at Terran as if to say Am I remembering that correctly?, to which Terran shrugged.
"You are welcome," Franziska said, crossing her arms, "of course, I should expect nothing less of someone capable of defeating my prodigy protégée, Trucy Wright."
"…yeah," Apollo said, looking at Trucy, then grinning. "Come to think of it, you've never lost a court case before, have you, Trucy? I guess I just broke your winning streak-"
Trucy knew, of course, that Apollo had made a horrible mistake as soon as the word "broke" had left his lips, but Apollo himself was not aware of that until Franziska's whip hit him. The first time. Which was immediately followed by many more whiplashes.
"Um, Aunt Franziska, I don't really mind losing," Trucy said as Apollo slumped to the floor and Terran started flipping out. "I mean, finding the truth is the most important thing."
"Hmph… of course," Franziska said, recoiling her whip, "however, that is no excuse to mock you for your first defeat."
Trucy looked down at Apollo. She wasn't really sure that was any excuse to whip him into unconsciousness, but that was just what Franziska did. "I was gonna invite him to dinner with us, though," Trucy said, crossing her arms and pouting, "and Mr. Terran, too."
"Hmm? Dinner?" Terran said, looking up from where he was kneeling beside Apollo.
"Yep," Trucy said, bouncing on her heels, "Uncle Edgeworth owes us a treat, and it's traditional to invite people along whenever he's paying, but Uncle Larry's in France right now, so Daddy suggested I invite Polly and you. Aunt Franziska's coming, too."
"Oh, really," Terran said, giving Franziska a long look (to which she stretched her whip threateningly), then smiling widely. It looked a little funny, considering his eyes were still all puffy and red. "Well, I accept your invitation, Prosecutor Wright, and I accept on Apollo's behalf, too. Free food is always great!"
"You can call me Trucy," she said, adjusting her hat.
"In that case, call me Clay, dude," he said brightly, "oh, and thanks for helping Apollo out in there! I don't know what he would've done without you!"
"…I… heard that…" Apollo mumbled from the floor.
"Hey, she didn't kill him after all!" Clay said in mock-surprise, helping Apollo up. Honestly, Trucy was a little surprised that he didn't get whipped over that, but judging by Franziska's amused smirk, all was well that ended well.
A/N: It was pretty tense for a minute there, eh? Eh? The whole thing about it being Clay's blood was honestly added last minute because I realized it would be too boring if were Badriyyah's blood after all. That's why this chapter took so long: I kept getting stuck on how I could possibly turn it into evidence against Badriyyah! Of course, it is still, technically speaking, circumstantial... so who knows, you may be seeing her in the sequel~?
Anyway, one chapter left! The epilogue will be similar to the prologue in that it'll touch on the other two cases in AA4, and may or may not involve a minor case for Trucy to prosecute. I'm not actually sure, since I haven't written it yet... not that it's a terribly important chapter. If you're just here for the case, you may leave now.
But this certainly won't be the last you see of Prosecutor Wright!