Earthcub12 Presents

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney ~ Courtroom Champions

-Turnabout for a Prayer / Inv. 2-1-

-September 4, 2:06 PM-
-District Court-
-Defendant Lobby No. 4-

"Man… that was a close one." Commented Apollo. Everybody was continuing leaving the courtroom as Apollo and Phoenix walked out of the Courtroom doors. "So that photo Mr. Anchor showed us… was likely of someone else? You think so?"

"It just doesn't add up." Added Phoenix. "Everything fits David's description, but the blood splatter on the coat and the fact we can't clearly see the man's face is suspicious enough. Let's hope we find some new things during the investigation today."

"Apollo. You did fantastic out there." David told him, approaching the two. "And of course, as did our Blue Apostle."

"Huh?" Said Phoenix. "Oh! Uh, yeah! That was, er, kinda crazy in there, huh?"

David shook his head. "No worries. I have no doubts about you two, rest assured. Does this mean I am free? Does this mean I free to be with the church again!?"

Phoenix shook his head no. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Vaughan. There are still some factors that still leaves you as a suspect; such as a motive, the true killer, your hand, the blood, and-." (Th-the hand and blood! The… the Psyche-Locks! I completely forgot! I need to get some answers out of him pronto!)

"David!" Phoenix pressed. "I need to ask you a few questions! The hand and the blood! How do you explain that?"

Before David could answer, a bailiff approached them. "Defendant David Vaughan! You must now return to the Detention Center. Follow us!"

"Worry not, brothers." David said, clapping his hands together. "I am in safe hands! I will see you all soon!"

With that, David was then escorted away by the guards.

(Damn… too late!)

"Don't worry, Phoenix." Apollo told him. "We can go talk to him later." With the courthouse now quiet and nearly empty, Apollo looked around him. "Say… have you seen Athena around?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I sent her to go get a sample of that jar of blood in Owen's office, remember?"

"Yeah, but… she's been gone for a while."

(That's true. I hope she's okay...)

"Well… Athena can get kinda side-tracked at times. Let's just go to the church and see if we meet her there."

"All right! Let's go!" Cheered Apollo.

-St. Owen's Baptist Church (Outside)-

Phoenix and Apollo finally reached the church. To their surprise, little to no press or civilians were surrounding the building.

(Well, place looks pretty clear today. That's good, at least.)

"Well, well. Look who's back."

Phoenix and Apollo turn and faced Jack. Jack Anchor. The news anchor stood there, his arms crossed and his face serious but calm. "Here to rub it in? To stick the knife in some more? How much will I have to deal with you two!?"

"Look, Mr. Anchor," Phoenix calmly said to him, "we're sorry about today. Really. It's just that-."

All of a sudden, Jack began to laugh. "I'm just kidding, pal! I was actually kind of impressed in there. I like the competition."

"I-is that so?" Said Apollo, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, man! Neither of you didn't do half-bad. However, my views on this matter still stand."

Phoenix groaned. "What will it take for you to believe us, Mr. Anchor? What more do you need?"

"Look, bud, don't take my testimony for a grain of salt, all right? It was definitely a priest that killed that old-timer. My photo proves that. If not David, then who?"

"I… I don't know. Damien Hope was performing his sermon that night in front of everyone, so his alibi adds up. We can definitely cross him out." Pondered Phoenix. "But… I'm not so sure about anyone else."

Apollo was deep in thought. "Hey, Mr. Wright. If it wasn't a priest in general that killed Owen… what if it was somebody who stole a priest's coat?"

Phoenix considered that. "Well, that's possible, I assume."

"Huh?" Jack said. "Who on earth would do that? And why?"

"Well, maybe somebody who wanted to frame our client, I guess." Answered Phoenix. "Anyway, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, we really need to take a look around and see what we find."

"Well, looks like you two have this whole thing handled pretty well." Complimented Jack Anchor. "I'll stick around here and try to talk things through with my publisher - thank you very much, by the way. Good luck to you two. Here's hoping you find a better story than I ever could."

Phoenix looked to Jack, touched by his words. Then, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Anchor. Good luck with you too."

"Sure thing… now get out of my face before I call my lawyer."

(Gah! This mood sure changed quickly!)

"Let's go, Mr. Wright!" Apollo urged. "We got a lot of work to do!"

"Right! Let's go!"

-St. Owen's Baptist Church (Hall)-

Phoenix and Apollo entered the main hall. It appeared just as it did yesterday. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Damien Hope walking towards them with open arms.

"Good afternoon, my brothers! How was your day? I hope David didn't give you much trouble."

"Not at all, Mr. Hope." Apollo told him. "You got yourselves a great part of this church."

"Yes, well… that's currently up for debate."

"Why do you say that?" Phoenix asked.

"The press, the attention, the police." Damien explained. "It's unhealthy, really. No church needs this bad reputation hanging on their shoulders. If David truly was the killer of my mentor, that would bring so much pain upon this place. Do you understand?"

"I do, Mr. Hope. But I can guarantee you that David is no killer. I just don't see it."

"David looks like a lot of things he's not, Mr. Wright. Do not let his appearance fool you." Damien warned. "So if you need any questions, feel free to speak with me, or you can speak with Maria in the kitchen. Of course, our sound director Desiree Johnson is always upstairs if you need a word with her."

(Desiree Johnson? Well, that's a new name.)

"Thank you, Mr. Hope." Phoenix said.

DAVID VAUGHAN

"So you keep saying things about David… not necessarily kind things, either. Why is that? You two have some history or something?" Questioned Phoenix Wright.

"I… suppose you could say that." Answered Mr. Hope. "As Father Owen trained me, I was expected of the same for Mr. Vaughan. David means well, but he can be… quite exhausting. Sleeping late, slacking, easily lost. What have you."

(Gee… David reminds me of someone else I knew… a brother, maybe?)

"This made training him a bit of a pain. He has only earned two silver ring! Look at this!" Damien held up both his hands and revealed his set of silver rings, several on each finger. "It's a travesty, I tell you."

Phoenix gazed at the shining rings. "Yeah, those are some nice rings you got."

"Thank you very much! Care to learn more about them?"

SILVER RINGS

"Yeah, I've been seeing those rings on all of you. You, David, I think I saw Maria wear one or two." Said Phoenix. "What's the story behind that?"

"For each brave, honorable duty we do for this church, we are rewarded a silver ring for our commitment to the church. Rumors are that one special ring will leave good fortune for one who is wearing. They also say it leads to a bright, golden future for the wearer. That whoever bears the right ring is destined to do some great things. Sounds like fantastical nonsense, I'll tell you. But, I am engaged in the practice of this church, nevertheless, so I am proud to be wearing these. Unlike David…"

"How did David earn his rings?" Apollo asked.

"One was when he rescued a cat from a pond." Damien cynically answered. "The other was for joining the church, as does everyone else who becomes a member."

"How did you earn yours?" Phoenix asked. (I feel like I'm gonna regret this…)

"Oh, well, I'm glad you asked!" Damien said, as he revealed his hands again.

"This, here, was given to me for re-modeling the main hall. This ring was for managing to convert a video game-addicted orphan. This ring was given unto me for rescuing Maria Cupp from a speeding car. This ring is my favorite: it was rewarded to me after donating a white statue to a homeless man. This ring right here was for hosting the town's biggest competitive barbeque last year. This ring…"

(Jeez, I regret I asked.)

Suddenly, Phoenix turned quiet as Damien kept taking. Suddenly, Phoenix shouted, "Hold it! Brother Damien! I mean, er, Father Damien What did you say!?"

"Eh? Oh, uh, yes. I got this ring from successfully giving CPR to an elected official at that same barbeque I spoke of earlier."

"No, no, before that. Something about a statue?"

"…Oh! That! Well, several weeks ago I donated a white statue of the iconic David depiction to a friendly homeless man that lives in a junkyard just a block or two away. I, then, replaced that tired statue with the beautiful, glimmering, bronze statue." Damien then, sighed. "To think someone would use my gift for murder of all things."

(A white David statue… so Jack wasn't lying! There really was a white statue! I need to get to the bottom of this and talk to that guy Damien spoke of! A junkyard, huh?)

ATHENA CYKES

"Hey, Father Damien?" Phoenix said. "Have you seen a young woman come by here today? Orange hair, yellow coat, blue bow? Ring any bells?"

Damien put his hand to his face in thought. "I cannot recall seeing anyone of that description. My apologies. Try asking Maria, or even the detective in Owen's chamber."

(So Raya Nova is here, huh? I should probably pay her a visit soon. Wonder how she's doing? More importantly, I wonder how Athena is doing...? I'm almost getting kind of worried.)

"Thank you, Damien." Phoenix told him. "We'll keep looking around for her."

"You bet." Damien nodded. "I hope you find who you are looking for."

The priest checked his watch. "Anyway, that's about all I can do for you today. I am afraid I must be going." Damien explained to them.

"Hey, wait, where are you going?" Phoenix said to him.

"I must try to retrieve Father Owen's coat again. I was unable to obtain it because of the investigation. It's most urgent I retrieve it as soon as possible."

"Say, Damien, Phoenix and I can go get it for you." Apollo offered.

"Wait, we will?" Phoenix said, snapping his body towards Apollo.

"N-no, no. No need to inconvenience yourselves." Damien chuckled. "You have some important duties to take care of. I'll be happy to get it myself, don't worry."

"I would actually like to investigate the coat myself, Mr. Hope." Apollo said to him. "You stay here and take care of things. Phoenix and I will happily get it for you. We'll bring it right back. We won't touch anything. We swear!"

Damien seemed rather hesitant on Apollo's proposal. However, Damien smiled. "That is fine. Please retrieve it when you can. It's of utmost importance!"

"You can count on us, Mr. Hope." Apollo nodded. With that, Damien nodded back, and left. Phoenix turned to Apollo in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but I'm confused. Are we lawyers or delivery boys?" He asked Apollo.

"I just think it would be kind of us to get it for the church, in Owen's memory." Apollo told him. "Also, I would like to take a look at that coat before anyone here touches it."

"What are you hoping to find?"

"I don't know… something incriminating? Something we could use to help my friend."

"If there's something incriminating, Apollo, the police will sure be able to find it."

"I know, I know. But… it's just something that's important to me, is all." Apollo looked to his side, his arms crossed.

Phoenix sighed. "Okay, fine. We'll get this coat. But let's make sure to investigate here first. I also wouldn't mind checking out that junkyard Damien told us about."

Apollo turned to his boss and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Wright. Where to?"

"I wouldn't mind paying Maria a visit real quick. She wouldn't tell the police about David. That's something that's nagging me. Something I need to know."

"Way ahead of you, boss!" Apollo exclaimed. "Ready when you are!"

-St. Owen's Baptist Church (Kitchen)-

Phoenix and Apollo entered the kitchen. It was pretty much in the same condition as it was the day before.

"Where's Maria?" Apollo asked Phoenix.

"IN HERE! GIVE ME A MINUTE! OR, UH, TWO!"

Phoenix and Apollo walked through the kitchen, following her voice. They eventually saw Maria making coffee, surprisingly, with a rather large, shiny and expensive-looking espresso maker. "M-Miss Cupp?" Phoenix called. Maria turned to Apollo, brushed her hair out of her face, and smiled.

"Mr. Wright! Y-you're back! How did it go? Was David too much to handle?"

(Why does everyone keep asking me that?) "No, ma'am. David held his own. You have a great member of the church."

"That... that's good, that's good. I'm a bit busy here, but if you have questions that need answering, I'm here for you!"

"Thank you, ma'am."

MARIA CUPP

"What are you doing, Maria?" Phoenix asked her.

"Oh, this! I went out and bought a nice, new espresso maker for the kitchen. Thought it would add to the atmosphere in here."

Phoenix and Apollo looked around and saw all the dirty dishes, stains, cracks, and rusty equipment in the area. Phoenix looked to Maria and said, "Yeah. It, uh, really adds to this place. Hey, so, don't take this the wrong way or anything, Maria, but how did you manage to buy this thing?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Maria asked, her face somewhat pale.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call your attire Hollywood-ready. And I can't imagine they pay much here, so how did you manage to pay off something so robust and classy? How did you do it?"

"Um, well, I, uh, had my loans paid off, that's all. I just thought I'd go out and, well, reward myself. You see?" Maria said, acting quite defensive.

"Oh, uh, I see. Just wondering."

(Something doesn't seem right here. I think I should do a little more pushing.)

ATHENA CYKES

"Hey, Miss Cupp." Phoenix said to her.

"Yes, sunshine?" Maria replied.

"Have you seen a younger woman come by here today? Orange hair, blue necklace, a single glove? Pretty eccentric and speaks a lot of French? Anyone like that come by?"

Maria looked up, thinking. "Not many people like that come by. But I do remember seeing a pretty girl like that stop by. She said you sent her."

"Yes, that has to be her!" Phoenix exclaimed. "Any idea where she is?"

"Well, she said she was on a mission for you. To retrieve a sample of… something, I can't remember what. She said she was looking for Owen's office; I told her where it was, I gave her a package of coffee beans as a farewell gift, and that's the last I saw her. I figured she got what she came for and she headed back your way. You say you haven't seen her at all?"

"I haven't." Phoenix said, shaking his head. "But she did come here, so that's good."

"Heavens, I hope she's all right…"

"Don't worry, Maria." Apollo assured her. "Athena's pretty tough; she can take care of herself. But this is a first for her. We'll find her in a bit, I'm sure."

(You say that, Apollo, but you aren't exactly keeping a straight face.)

TODAY'S TRIAL

"So!" Maria said, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Talk to me! How did the first day go?"

"It went very well. You won't be having any news anchors harassing your church anymore, I'll tell you that much." Phoenix told her.

Maria gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness! What else?"

"Well, David's still kind of in hot water. Today we found out that David cut his right hand, and had Owen's blood all over him that night of the crime. Does that ring any bells?"

"Huh… well, when you mention it now, I do remember that. What a horrific sight…" Maria began shaking, hugging a bag of coffee ground.

"What do you remember about that? Please be as detailed and accurate as you can be."

"I… I don't know. After I called the police, I returned to the room and found David… his coat covered in… blood. I didn't notice his right hand, though, as he was covering it up. I was in shock."

"I can certainly understand that." Phoenix consoled. "What else? Did he say anything?"

"He said something that I'll… never forget." Maria began to breathe heavily. Her bright, cheery personality turned into one of despair and sadness. "David… David told me…"

"Maria… I'm so sorry. It was an accident."

"When I walked in on him near Father Owen's body, it was dark. I couldn't see the blood on David. I just heard his voice from the bottom floor and then I walked in and found the scene. I couldn't see blood! I only saw Owen's body! How could I see the blood!?"

Maria began to hyperventilate. She, then, popped a hole in the bag she was holding, poured out all the coffee ground, and started to breathe in it. After a few seconds of that, Maria cooled down and set the bag down. "Sorry… I do that sometimes."

"You're okay, Maria." Phoenix comforted. "I'm sure there is a good reason for this."

"I… I hope. I want to have faith in David, believe me. But… I cannot say I don't doubt him. You don't know what anyone is capable of anymore."

"I believe in David with all my heart." Apollo assured her. "You should too."

"…Thank you, you two. I… I feel better now!"

"Anytime, Miss Cupp." Phoenix told her. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like to speak with you about something about today's trial. It's rather important."

Maria held up her hand to her mouth and gasped. "Is everything okay?"

"Just answer me and everything will be fine."

"O... kay?"

DAVID VAUGHAN

"The detective was testifying to the court today." Phoenix told her. "She told me that you told her that an anonymous person told you to call the police."

"I... I did?" Maria said. "No, no, that's incorrect, see."

"Well, that's what the detective told us. If you told her that David Vaughan had told you to call the police, that would have been a different story. Maybe might have gotten David off the hook. So… why didn't you?"

Maria was quiet. She started to cough. "I… I don't know what you're talking about! I would never betray David like that! Please, leave!"

Suddenly, Phoenix, from the corner of his eye, saw Apollo grab onto his left wrist. Phoenix turned to him and said, "Apollo? Everything alright?"

Apollo was quiet. He kept eyeing Maria, still clutching his own wrist. "I thought for sure I saw something. My bracelet vibrated for a fraction of a second. I don't think Maria here is telling us the whole truth."

"Huh…? Oh! Okay…"

(I'm pretty sure I told you this before, but Apollo has this special ability. As long as he has that golden bracelet on, he can perceive things that no regular humans can see. When somebody tells a lie or won't tell a full story, something drives them to give that away. Whether it'd be habits, involuntary movements, or what have you, Apollo can detect it just like that. It's happening right now with Maria. Now, I just gotta leave it up to Apollo.)

Phoenix nodded at him. "Go ahead, Apollo. I'm counting on you."

"Okay… okay, Miss Cupp." Apollo told her, still rubbing his wrist. "Hold still and say that last statement again."

Maria was quiet. "What's going on here…?"

"Just say that exact same statement you said before; where you said you don't know what we're talking about and that you would never hurt David like that. Please."

"I… I don't know what you're doing… but I'll play along."

"I… I don't know what you're talking about! I would never betray David's trust like that!"

When Maria said the words 'betray David's trust, Apollo caught Maria's chest moving rapidly, almost as if she is coughing or breathing heavily.

With that, Apollo yelled, "Gotcha! Miss Maria Cupp. When you said you would 'never betray David like that'… I noticed your chest moving quite briskly. Almost as if you were trying not to cough, or you were controlling your breathing. Something seems to be making you nervous. Any explanations as to how that is?"

Maria glared at Apollo, her right hand to her chest, breathing heavily but quietly. "What are you-?"

"We deserve an answer." Apollo told her. "You are clearly nervous about… something. I think it would do you some good to get whatever it is off your chest."

Maria began to sweat and started wheezing. Suddenly, she grabbed a paper bag next to her and began to hyperventilate once again. Breathing so strongly, she caused the bag to pop. She dropped the bag in surprise and hugged her chest and began to shake.

"O…okay… you win. What do you need?" She said, shivering.

"We just want to know what is wrong, Miss Cupp." Phoenix told her. "You've been acting quite odd today. This priceless-looking machine, your defensive behavior; if there's something you need to let out, now's the time."

Maria dropped her head in shame and sighed. "Okay…as you know, I entered the crime scene and saw David. I was in shock. Then, he told me to call the police, which I did. That night, when the police arrived… somebody approached me. Before I could be interviewed by police, the person asked me many questions. I explained to them the horrible crime. Then… they told me, no matter what, to not tell them David called the police. I was at a loss for words. Then, that same person told me they'd make it worth my while. They offered me $1,500, in cash. I couldn't turn it down. The temptation took over. I… I never felt worse in my life."

"Why would you do that?" Phoenix asked her. "Why sell David out like that?"

Maria went quiet. Then, she said, "You don't know much about the people here in the church, do you, Mr. Wright?"

"Huh?" Phoenix said, clueless.

"This… this is a church of felons. Crooks. Thieves."

"F-felons...? Crooks?"

"This is our one chance to start over. To redeem ourselves. I'm no simple espresso maker or coffee junkie. Before this, I was just in the streets; vandalizing, hanging out with the wrong crowd, partying… my parents then kicked me out of the house. Owen took me in and shaped me into who I am today. He understood me and my pain. He was the only person in my life that made my life worth living. Now… he's gone."

"A church of 'felons'?" Apollo said in disbelief. "So… you, Damien, David…?"

Maria slowly nodded. "Yes. We're all criminals, in some shape or form. Brother Damien was addicted to gambling and David... the fact is, we all messed up. But Owen saw potential in us. He brought us in, gave us a home, and cared for us. So when the person that night of the crime offered me money to sell David out… I couldn't resist. My past came back to me and I took the money and didn't tell the police about David. Part of it was because of greed and temptation… the other part was for resentment. I saw him with Father Owen's body… how could I ever forgive him for that?"

"Look, Miss Cupp," Phoenix calmly said to her, reaching for her shoulder. "I said this to you time and time again: David is one hundred-percent, innocent. Trust me."

Maria looked to her side again. "Not after what he did. Not after that."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Months ago… David had feelings towards me. He still might do, never talked to him about it. Anyway, I told him I'm not interested and that I already had a boyfriend. He was heartbroken. A week later, David saw me with the man I loved. David… h-he became jealous. He approached us and started arguing. My boyfriend at the time tried talking to him about it. David got physical. He pushed him to the ground and began beating him. It took three guys to pull David off of him. My boyfriend was in the hospital for a few days before he left me because of David and the church. Ever since… I have tried to forgive David for what he did. But the pain I hold inside of me is much greater, you see."

"I… I don't believe it." Apollo told her. "I just can't see David rail on somebody like that. But, I suppose it's not out of the question…"

Maria continued, "He's been on church probation ever since. That is why I cannot accept that David did not kill Owen. I want to believe him, I really do. Trust me. I do believe there is still some good in him… somewhere. He's a sweet, respectful man. But I just can't accept the pain he bestowed upon us. As people... as a church."

Phoenix nodded. "Do not worry, Maria. I think he's a pretty nice guy, too. Apollo and I will do whatever it takes to free him. Clearly you still show some hate towards him. Once we get him out of here, why don't you talk to him about it?"

Maria nodded back. "I... I'll try. Thank you, Mr. Wright. In a weird way, I do miss him. Return him here in one piece, okay?"

"You got it, ma'am!" Apollo exclaimed. "Also, before we let you go, I would like to ask one more thing. That person that bribed you. Do you know who it was?"

"I forgot about that." Phoenix turned to Maria. "It's okay, Maria. Just tell us who it was. Nobody will know."

Maria remained silent, then sighed. "I may as well tell you. It's the closest thing to redemption I'll ever get. The person was… a woman."

(A woman, huh…? Well, that's a start.)

"She was rather tall. Um, Caucasian, with brown hair. She also wore a red satchel around her waist. She spoke in a very calm, clear voice. I can't recall who it was, though."

"Hold it!" Phoenix shouted. He placed his hand to his face in thought. (No… no, no, it couldn't be…)

"You alright, Phoenix?" Apollo said to him. "You know who it is?"

Phoenix wouldn't speak. Instead, he was in deep thought. (That… would certainly explain a lot. Maybe…)

"Phoenix, talk to me!" Apollo cried. "Who do you think it was?"

Phoenix took a deep breath and showed Apollo a profile that even caused him to be surprised:

Hera Novak.

He then turned to Maria and showed her the profile. "Miss Cupp, was this the person that you spoke to the other night?"

Maria held her hand to her mouth in shock. "Why, yes! That is her! I completely remember now! Do you know her?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"You… you think…" Apollo asked Phoenix. "You think it was… her?"

"Has to be. Not only that… I think she's the one that did it. She must be the one that killed Owen."

"You… what!?"

"Think about it. Why else would she bribe Miss Cupp into ratting David out? Hera's defensive personality, the fact she was here that night… it has to be her." Phoenix told Apollo. "Somebody's right arm was cut, Jack Anchor's photo proves that. Now, let me as you: have you noticed she's been hiding her right arm this whole time? Don't you think that's a bit strange?"

"Yeah, I've been wondering about that, too. Damn it! To think she could play us like idiots! She has a lot of explaining to do!"

Phoenix nodded. He turned to Maria and said, "Thank you, Maria. You were incredibly helpful. I hope you find the peace you're looking for. Never lose sight of it."

"Before you go," Maria told Phoenix, smiling, "I just want to tell you something. Father Owen had a quote for the church. It went,

"In order to have faith in a higher power, we must first have faith in ourselves and those around us. That is the calling of a true follower."

"I hope you hold onto that on your journey. Please send David my regards."

"Thank you, Maria. Good luck with you."

(I still have a lot to do. I need to talk to that homeless guy Damien talked about and get Owen's coat back, as well as pay David a visit when I get the chance. I should probably talk to that Desiree girl that Damien talked about and speak with Detective Novak… man, Hera… I hope I'm wrong about you.)

COURT RECORD

-Attorney Badge: My personal badge proving my profession. I never leave home without it.

-Owen's Autopsy Report: Cause of death was an instant kill by a David statue to the victim's head. Time of Death: About 8:00-8:30 PM. Victim is covered in bruises.

-Body Outline: The aftermath of the crime. Blood is splattered around the head and facial area. The statue sits to its left.

-David Statue: Depiction of Michelangelo's David statue. The murder weapon.

-Shattered Coffee Mug: A cup that was likely to have been shattered during the fight between Owen and the killer. Owen probably used this cup against said killer in defense. Was made by Maria Cupp for an ill Owen.

-Jar of Blood: A jar of blood found in Owen's office. Why he would have a jar of blood is the question.

-Child's Drawing: A drawing showing Owen, David, and an unknown woman. A bloody smear is on the side because of me.

-Bloody Print: Some kind of bloody print from a shoe on top of the dumpster. Could it be involved with the murder?

-Glass: Shards of glass littering the floor. Must have come from the broken window next to it. A shard has blood on it.

-Black Cloth: A black strip of cloth. Origin unknown.

-Crime Scene Photo: A photo taken of the crime scene. Drops of David's blood left a trail between Owen's desk in the background to the shattered window.

-Church Diagram: A detailed diagram of St. Owen's Baptist Church. The crime scene on the left side is highlighted.

-Bloody Priest Coat: David Vaughan's official priest coat. It is completely coated in Owen Mile's blood. There is also a small tear in fabric over the blood.

-Raya's Statement: "David Vaughan was covered in the victim's blood and his right hand was bleeding profusely. We had doctors patch his right hand up on the way to the Detention Center."

-What it's Like To Be an Average Jack; By Jack Anchor: "Memoir written by Jack Anchor. Includes original, award-winning chapters like, "How to Be Me" and "How to Tackle the Game of Life, Today".

-Jack Anchor's Crime Scene Photo: A photo taken by Jack Anchor; contains a man that fits David's description in the crime scene just after Owen Mile's murder.

PROFILES

-Apollo Justice: A strong, but loud and persistent, attorney who works with me at the agency. Is friends with the defendant.

-Athena Cykes: A gifted attorney that can read people's emotions though their hearts.

-David Vaughan: The suspect of the crime. A priest at the church where the murder took place.

-Jack Anchor: A prestigious news anchor who prides himself a bit too much. Witnessed the murderer.

-Raya Novak: A no-nonsense detective in charge of the investigation. Only been working for a few short months.

-Phineas Filch: A tricky thief that was a witness to a crime a long time ago and is now a janitor at the church.

-Damien Hope: A happy-go-lucky priest that was Owen's apprentice. An overall loving, trusting guy.

-Maria Cupp: The kind, eccentric coffee-lady that works at the church. Called the police.

-Hera Novak: The prosecutor of the case and sister to the detective. This is her very first trial, but showcases great skill.

UPDATE:Hey guys, sorry for that super-long read; I tried to get as much in as possible, forgive me. But if you hung in there all the way through, you're the best! Anyway, just wanna say that school is going fine and I'll be done with it in a while. With that said, I'll probably be taking a break with writing through the Christmas break, so don't expect a whole lot of updates between now and New Year's.

P.S., Thank you all for the support! I'm glad I'm entertaining many of you and that I've managed to even inspire some people. It's my pleasure! Have a great Christmas/Hanukkah, and I'll see you all next time!