Here we are, the final chapter. I had doubts we would make it this far, but we did it, we made it! Rather than have the epilogue be a separate chapter and all you fine people wait even longer for a full conclusion, I've just tagged it on the end as a Coda, and as a fun treat for everyone who've read this before on the kink meme all those years before: something new.

I would like to thank everyone who has been faithfully following this story since it's origins on livejournal, to all the readers who only picked it up here but have been diligently waiting for me update after update, and those of you who have only stumbled across this story recently, decided to give it a try, and liked what they saw. I would not have been able to finish without the support of each and everyone one of you, so, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

And so, may I present, the final installment of Turnabout Hero.


March 19, 11:20 AM. District Court, Defendant's Lobby No. 3

"We did it!" Alfred cheered as Mochimerica climbed onto his shoulder, "We got Mr. Newspaper to take the stand!"

"Yes, but we still have only Lovino's word that he was even there that night," I sighed. Alfred's smile turned into a frown that turned into a glare, "Uh, well, it's a start. Hopefully our friends will find something that can nail him for good."

"Yeah," Alfred quickly pulled out his phone and checked it.

(Not good… he's probably worried about Arthur, Edgeworth, and the others. If Ludwig and Feliciano got attacked in their search… I should try to cheer him up somehow.)

"Uh, you did a good job calming Lovino down in there."

"Yeah well, Antonio was the one who taught me how to handle spooked wild horses. For some reason I figured it would work on Lovino."

(That makes very little sense, but for some reason I'm not surprised.)

"Whaddya think you're doing, Jack?" We both turned to find that sometime during our conversation, Mr. Newspaper had entered the room, "I practically hand Vargas to ya on a platter and ya just toss him aside! Ya don't want Alfie here to go to jail, do ya?"

"No, but I'm not going to condemn an innocent man to that fate just to get him off."

"Dunno what ya talkin' about, Jack," he pulled out his phone and started typing, "All the evidence points to Vargas."

Alfred stepped forward, rage in his eyes, "If you lay a hand on Miss Maya-"

"Dunno what you're talkin' about either Alfie," he dug a hand in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "It's true that Sweetcheeks has been kidnapped, but I've heard it on good authority – that would be my reports, just so ya know – that Maya Fey was taken by mobsters working under Lovino Vargas."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"See for yourself," he handed me the paper, a list of well known mafia bosses, underlings, employees, in the area, all shown to be on the payroll of have paid off at some point in their careers a Mr. L. Vargas.

Alfred read the paper over my shoulder, seething in rage with every word, "Why are you doing this?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he grinned, putting his phone back in his pocket, "Some of those mobsters were being put out of business by Congressman Smith. That sounds like Vargas's motive to me. When you present this decisive piece of evidence in court during my testimony-"

"No," I handed the paper back to him, "I know Lovino didn't do it. This evidence won't help me win. I can't present it."

Mr. Newspaper glared but returned the paper to his pocket, "I see. Whelp, it looks like ya hafta use option 2. You're lucky I left ya with an option 2."

Alfred eyed him suspiciously, "What's option 2?"

"Real simple, Alfie: present your file as evidence. No judge in their right mind will convict ya if they knew who you really were."

"You can't! What about our privacy?" Alfred's eyes grew wide and frantic, "I mean, I don't mind letting a few people here and there discover the truth, but if everyone found out so suddenly, not just mine, but everyone's private lives will be compromised!"

"Yeah, thems the brakes," Mr. Newspaper chuckled, "Either convict Vargas or expose ya true nature."

"Thanks for your advice," I said, meeting his gaze with a fiery glare of my own, "but I think I'll take the third option."

"I see," he said, eyes cold and calculating, "So that's how ya wanna play it," he smirked and pulled out his phone again, "one call, one tweet, and I can't guarantee what shape ya'll see her in."

"If you even have the time."

"Recess is over," the bailiff called, grabbing Mr. Newspaper and confiscating his phone, "You're needed in the other room."

Mr. Newspaper gave me one last warning glare before he followed after the bailiff.

"He'll find a way," Alfred said, staring off after him, "He'll get a message out to hurt Miss Maya if we're not careful."

"We just have to hold out until Edgeworth and the others find her."

"Not like we have much of a choice there. We still don't have enough evidence to convict him."

"Well, that's what testimony is for. On that front, we'll just have to hold out until Arthur and the others find what we need."

"That's a lot of holding out Mr. Wright."

"Well isn't that what heroes do best?"

Alfred grinned, "I guess so," and we went into the courtroom together.

March 19, 11:30 AM. District Court, Courtroom No. 3

Murmur murmur murmur.


"Ms. Von Karma, have you been able to find our lost witness?"

"I have, and he is…ready to speak." WHIP! "Or as ready as he'll ever be."

"Witness, please state your name and occupation."

"Mr. Newspaper: Reporter Extraordinaire. If there's a story to report, I'm on it, and if there ain't, there will be soon."

"That's very, uh, well. Please tell us out your connection to the crime."

"Sure thing, Pops."

-Connection to the Crime, You Say?-

The truth is, I ain't really got a connection.
I'm a reporter, so yeah I know things most people don't.
But that's not a crime, is it, Jack?

"Are we really going to be dealing with this attitude again?"

"Just, Your Honor, can I…?"

"Very well, Mr. Wright. Cross-examine the witness."

-Connection to the Crime, You Say?-

The truth is, I ain't really got a connection.

"OBJECTION!" SLAM! "Mr. Newspaper, are you still willing to make that statement after you see-"

Beep beep beep.

"Witness! Just what on earth do you think you're doing in the middle of questioning!?"

"Sorry, Pops. I just gotta tweet some friends real quick-like. They want to know how the cross-examination is going, Mr. Wright. What should I tell them?"

"I, uh, well…" (I think I know what friends he's talking about.)


"This is a court of law! You will cease your foolish actions at once so we can continue with the trial!"

"Alright, sheesh. You were saying Jack? About my connection to the crime?"

(He still has his phone out…) "Uh, never mind."

"Mr. Wright, please don't object unless you have something important to say. I'm afraid I'm going to have to penalize you."

(That didn't win me any points with the judge…)

"Mr. Wright, we've got a problem…"

"Is it, if we object to anything he says in his testimony, he'll send his mafia friends after Maya? Because I'm fully aware of that problem."

"I was going to say Edgeworth still hasn't gotten back to us about Maya's situation, but yeah. Basically the same thing. What are we going to do?"

(Good question. We can't object to anything he says, or else he's going to hurt Maya, and we can't just let him say whatever he wants, or else Lovino is going to end up with the blame. We can't stall for time like this! What are we supposed to do now?)

"Mr. Wright? Do you have any questions for the witness?"

"I, uh…well…"

BANG! "Sorry if we're intruding a little late. We seem to have missed the recess."

"Mr. Edgeworth! You of all people should know not to interrupt a trial in progress!"

"Very sorry, Your Honor. We got a bit lost- OUCH!"

"Miles Edgeworth you foolish fool this is a trial in progress and you just-"



"Nick I'm alright now, so give this guy what's coming to him, alright?"


Murmur murmur murmur.


"Order! Enough of this! Mr. Edgeworth, Ms. Fey, please take your seats so we can continue with this trial!"

(Maya's alive, Maya's alright, so that means we don't have to hold back any longer.)

"Your Honor, I would like to continue with Mr. Newspaper's cross-examination."

"Very well, Mr. Wright, but you better produce results this time."

The truth is, I ain't really got a connection.

"OBJECTION!" SLAM! "If that's the case, Mr. Newspaper, then what do you say about these?"

"I'm not exactly following Jack. Those letter could have been written by anyone."

"Except they weren't, were they?" POINT! "Our handwriting analysis proves that these vaguely threatening letters that were sent to the Congressman on the day of his death could only have been written by you!"

Murmur murmur murmur


"Witness, explain yourself."

"Well, yeah, I wrote the letters. But that's only because, well…"

(I don't like that smile on his face…)

"That's only 'cause Lovino Vargas made me write them."



"Witness! What do you mean by that?"

"Vargas made me write them. He wanted to call out the Congressman and he knew that I had the connections to do it. He threatened me and made me write them."

"So, you're saying that Mr. Vargas is the killer?"

"I hate to point fingers but yes. That is what I'm saying."

"So this whole testimony has been a waste of time."

"OBJECTION! Even if this witness was threatened, he's still related to the crime. I think he should provide more testimony about what he was doing that night."

"Very well. Witness, please tell the court what you were doing the night of the murder."

"If you say so."

-The Night of the Murder, You Say?-

"Vargas made me write those letters to the Congressman.
Deliver them too, so that's what I did.
After that, I didn't really want to get involved with whatever Vargas was planning.
I felt that I had already caused enough damage already.
I spent the night at the office, alone, working well into the night far away from the crime scene."

"You should have told the police sooner if Mr. Vargas was threatening you."

"Sorry Pops, but threats are scary. I didn't know what would happen, you know?"

"I understand, but if you come clean sooner you won't find yourself in these kinds of situations. Mr. Wright, if you please."

"I'm on it, Your Honor."

"Be careful what you ask him, Mr. Wright."


"Remember, he's trying to blame Lovino for all of this, and he has the 'evidence' to do it too, even if it is fabricated. Ask him the wrong questions and you could end up falling right into his trap."

"Right." (Looks like I'll need to watch my step around him.)

-The Night of the Murder, You Say?-

After that, I didn't really want to get involved with whatever Vargas was planning.

"HOLD IT! You know what was going to happen to the Congressman? And you didn't even try to warn him?"

"Like I said, I was scared. Vargas has all kinds of connections with-"

SLAM! (I can't give him an opportunity to bring out that list.) "You didn't try to stop him? Didn't go down to the alley yourself?"

"No, or else Vargas might have called-"

POINT! "It's strange, Mr. Newspaper, because a reporter being threatened by a murder suspect and the subsequent murder of a Congressman, that seems like quite a scoop to me."


"You knew a murder was going to take place, and you, a man of the press, didn't even consider going down to see what was happening?"

"I, well, I had other things to worry about that night."

"You've made sure you were the first on any scoop involving this story so far. It seems a bit strange that you would stumble with the very incident that started it all."



"Geeze, Lady, you're awfully quiet over there. You're the prosecutor, ain't ya? Aren't ya gonna object to – OW!"

"Fool, I don't see anything in Mr. Wright's statements worth objecting to. I am here to prove that Mr. Jones killed the Congressman, and your testimony as it stands says otherwise. Quite frankly, you have been an annoying, foolish pest this whole trial, and I am very curious about where is going myself."

(Is Franziska…on my side? Either way, It looks like she's going to give me free reign over the cross-examination.)

"Fine then, I'll say it. Even if it does seem a bit strange to you, Jack, this is a court of law and only evidence stands here. That's what I said happened, so unless you can prove otherwise, that's what happened."

(Guess I should try another angle then.)

I spent the night at the office, alone, working well into the night away from the crime scene.

"OBJECTION! If you recall the reason we dragged you on the witness stand, it's because Lovino Vargas testified that he saw you in the alley that night," POINT! "And, more importantly, that you fired the gun that killed the Congressman!"

"Hahaha! You're actually going to take Vargas's word over mine? All offense intended Jack, but Vargas ain't known for telling the truth."


"OBJECTION! This is a court of law Phoenix Wright! If you are going to take Mr. Vargas's word over the witnesses, you need to have evidence to back it up. Do you have it?"

"O-of course I think I might possibly have something maybe-"

"Of course we have evidence!"


"Making baseless claims without evidence! Who does that?"


"Well Mr. Wright? Do you have evidence to back Mr. Vargas's testimony that Mr. Newspaper was in the alley that night?"

"Of course I do!" (I hope…wait, I still have that.) "TAKE THAT! Mr. Newspaper, do you recognize this?"

"Hey, that's my flashbulb! Where did you, oh no."

"I found this near the crime scene. Care to explain how it got there?"

"Obviously because, I've been in and out of the crime scene a lot since the murder, you know, 'cause I'm covering the story and everything. I dropped it after the murder."

"OBJECTION! That's impossible! Ow!"

"Phoenix Wright! I can't just allow you to make baseless claims without any proof."

"I, well…"

"Of course we have proof! Mr. Wright wouldn't say we would if we didn't!"

(…Thanks Alfred…)

"Oh? Well then I am looking forward to see this proof."

"Same here."

"Yes Mr. Wright, what proof do you have that Mr. Newspaper dropped the flashbulb before the murder?"

(I should have all the pieces for this. I just need to put them together.) "TAKE THAT! It rained on March 10th."

"Yeah, that's great, Jack, but I don't see what that has to do with-"

SLAM! "More importantly it hasn't rained since!" POINT! "The flashbulb was still wet when I found it, meaning that it had to have been dropped before or during the rainstorm on March 10th, around the time the murder took place. You were there Mr. Newspaper! You were at the crime scene on the night of the murder!"

Murmur murmur murmur




"If you were at the scene of the crime on the night of the murder, you need to tell the court what happened! It's very suspicious otherwise."

(Not to mention illegal.)

"Sorry 'bout that, but Jack here already took the notes way out of context. If I'd let it slip that I was actually there when it when down, who knows what he would have accused me of."

(How about the murder that you actually committed? That sounds fair to me.)

"Very well, but we will need to hear your testimony on what you saw in the alley that night."

"Got it, Pops."

-What Happened in the Alley, You Say?-

"The lawyer's right, I couldn't resist the scoop after Vargas so graciously handed it to me.
So I went down to the alley that night and waited in the side alley.
The Congressman showed up first, Vargas a bit after him.
Then Vargas drew a gun and BAM! Fired two shots at 'im.
The first shot missed and hit the wall. The second found its mark.
Alfie showed up just then and Vargas scampered up the fire escape."

"So you're saying that Mr. Vargas killed the Congressman, not Mr. Jones?"

"That's how it happened."

"But why would Mr. Vargas want to kill the Congressman?"


"HOLD IT! I-it's my job to cross-examine the witness, Your Honor."

"Oh yes, quite right. You may proceed, Mr. Wright."

-What Happened in the Alley, You Say?-

So I went down to the alley that night and waited in the side alley.

"HOLD IT! You knew that Congressman Smith was going to be murdered, yet you stood by and did nothing?"

"Never said I knew exactly what was going down. I knew Vargas was planning to do something with the Congressman, I personally thought it was just extortion or maybe just a threat."

"Even so, when the murder did happen, you still didn't do anything to stop it."

"Whaddya expect me to do, Jack? Vargas had a gun! I'm only a reporter. Most I could have done is gotten shot myself."

(I definitely don't like that smug attitude of his.) "He's your media, Alfred. What should I do?"

"He's a reporter, so he's bound to have an answer for every question you throw at him."

"So your advice?"

"Stop asking questions."

(Thanks…I think.)

The first shot missed and hit the wall. The second found its mark.

"OBJECTION! You said the first shot didn't hit anyone? Just the wall?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Really? Because Mr. Vargas's blood on the second bullet found at the scene says otherwise!"


"The first bullet fired from the murder weapon hit Mr. Vargas before it hit the wall. Tell me, why would Mr. Vargas shoot himself?"

"W-well, ya see, Vargas is a terrible shot…"

"So bad that the bullet went in the complete opposite direction?"





"Or no, wait, yeah, I remember now."

(How convenient, since no one bought your last lie.)

"Yeah, the victim fired the first shot at Vargas, and then Vargas took the gun and shot him!"

"OBJECTION! That's not possible!"


"Mr. Wright, what do you mean by that?"

(Maya and I were able to work this out the other day.) "It's impossible for the victim to have shot Mr. Vargas, and this evidence proves it. TAKE THAT!"

"The crime scene photo? Where on this photo is the proof?"

"TAKE THAT! The wall where the second bullet was found."

"I don't get what you're saying, Jack. If anything that proves what I'm saying – ow!"

"Fool. That's the same wall where the body was. In order to have shot him straight through the heart, the killer would have to have been right in front of him, facing that wall."

"Which means that if the victim did shot Mr. Vargas, the bullet would have to be in the other wall."



"I've had enough of this! From what I can gather from the witness's testimony, it is his belief that Mr. Vargas killed Congressman Smith, however, the question both the prosecution and the defense seem to be ignoring is why?"



"Witness, why would Mr. Vargas want to kill Congressman Smith?"

(After all that the judge goes and hands him the perfect opening.)

"Well that's obviously because of his mafia connections."

"Mafia connections? This is the first I'm hearing about it!"

"Yup, mafia connections. Since I'm a reporter I know things like this, and I have proof."

Mafia List added to Court Record.

"Well this…changes everything. It seems I have no choice but to –"


"OW! Ms. Von Karma?!"

"This trial is to determine whether or not Alfred F. Jones killed Congressman Smith. If the witness has nothing to say on that matter-"

"It's obvious, ain't it? If Vargas killed 'im that means Alfie didn't. Even you should be able to figure that out, Lady."

SLAM! "You completely foolishly foolish fool!" SLAM SLAM! "Your foolishly foolish tomfoolery will not be foolishly tolerated!" SLAM SLAM SLAM! "You, you, fool!"

(I think she's reached her fool limit.)

"We need more testimony from this witness."

"What other testimony could he possibly give us?"

"Fool!" Whip! "We need more testimony on Mr. Vargas's motive. If he is so adamant that Mr. Vargas foolishly committed this crime, then he should be prepared to back it up with more than a questionable piece of paper."

"I agree with the prosecution."

"M-Mr. Wright? I don't understand. This testimony completely clears your client."

"Yes, well, I think there's more going on here than the witness is letting on. We should hear more testimony."

"Very well. Witness, please tell us about Mr. Vargas's plan."


-Vargas's Plan, You Say?-

"There wasn't much to the plan really.
Call the Congressman out to the alley, then shoot 'im and blame Alfie.
As for the why, well his mafia connections of course.
The anti mafia legislation the Congressman was working on would have hurt some of Vargas's friends.
With him out of the way, they can keep up their businesses."

"And that's what happened?"

"If I said it, then it must be true."

"Mr. Wright, if you please."

-Vargas's Plan, You Say?—

There wasn't much to the plan really.

"HOLD IT! What makes you say there wasn't much to the plan? Having you send the letters, pinning the whole thing on someone else, this all seems pretty convoluted to me."

"Well I guess it would be hard for someone like ya to follow."

"Wh-what's that supposed to mean?"

"You're not the criminal type, Jack."

(I guess so…)

"Or maybe you're just stupid, either way."


"Witness there will be plenty of time to insult the defense later. Please continue with your testimony."

Call the Congressman out to the alley, then shoot 'im and blame Alfie.

"HOLD IT! Mr. Vargas's planned to blame Mr. Jones the whole time?"

"Yeah, kinda silly if you ask me, but it's his crazy murder plan."

"But Mr. Jones only came to the alley by chance."

"Because he heard gunshots. Anyone who knows Alfie's hero kink can summon 'im like that."

"He only heard the gunshots because he was close enough to hear them, which was only because he had that fight with Mr. Kirkland," POINT! "He was only there by chance. How could Mr. Vargas had planned to pin it on him?"



"Vargas planned to blame it on someone, and Alfie just happened to be there."

"That's not what you-"

"Yeah, well, it's what I meant, and really, it ended up being Alfie anyway, so does it really matter?"

(I…suppose not.)

As for the why, well his mafia connections of course.

"HOLD IT! About these mafia connections, how do we know they're real?"

"What do ya mean, Jack? I gave ya the list."

"Yes, a list you created," POINT! "You could have made it all up to cover your tracks!"

"How dare you? I am here defending your client, and ya have the absolute gall to throw this slander at me?"

SLAM! "Then where did the list come from, Mr. Newspaper? Name your source!"

"My source was anonymous, for safety reasons. As a reporter, it's my job to protect my sources, just like, as a lawyer, it's your job to protect your clients. At least one of us is doing his job here!"

(I'm really starting to hate him.)

The anti mafia legislation the Congressman was working on would have hurt some of Vargas's friends.

"HOLD IT! In what ways would the Congressman's legislation have hurt Mr. Vargas's alleged friends?"

"In general ways."

"Can you be more specific?"

"Just, you know, it would have hurt them in general."

"How can you expect us to believe that this legislation is Mr. Vargas's motive when you can't even name a single thing on it?"

"Listen, Jack, it doesn't matter what was specifically on the legislation in the end. The fact that he was doing it in the first place was motive enough."

"I don't see how."

"Well, 'cause you're not a criminal type. Or maybe you're just slow."

"If the witness could please stop insulting the defense and continue with his testimony?"

With him out of the way, they can keep up their businesses.

"HOLD IT! Would killing the Congressman have really stopped the legislations?"

"…What do ya mean?"

"I mean, if what you say is true and this is the real reason the Congressman was killed, wouldn't it have given the rest of Congress more incentive to pass the legislation in his honor?"

"…Yeah, probably."

POINT! "If that's the case, then how does any of this make sense?"

"How should I know? It wasn't my plan in the first place. If ya want the answer to that, ask Vargas yourself."

SLAM! "This is your testimony, Mr. Newspaper! Your logic being presented! If you can't defend your own theory-"

"Hey, whoa, back up a smidge there. I'm only presenting the facts as I see them. Ya asked me to testify about Vargas's motive, so I'm telling ya what I know. I can't know more than I know, ya know?"


"If ya want to know the ins and outs, try asking the man in the know himself."

(That's what I'm trying to do!)

"And by that, I obviously mean Vargas, because I clearly can't know, ya know?"

(I'm getting a headache…)

"We're kinda stuck, aren't we, Mr. Wright?"

"What makes you say that?"

"We can't keep up this line of questioning, he'll just keep lying and make Lovino look guilty. And we can't just not ask him anything, or else…"

"Or else either you or Lovino takes the bullet for him."

"So, we're stuck?"

"Well, there is one option we still have."

"You mean, presenting my file as evidence?"

"No one would dare blame you for murder if they knew who you were. And if your secret is out, then so is Lovino's, and they wouldn't charge him for murder either. "

"Yeah, but the cost is everyone's privacy."

"It's your file, Alfred, your secret. I'll let you make the call."

"…If, if you think that's the only way, then so be it. I trust your judgment Mr. Wright."

(It's the easiest way right now, for certain, but is it the only one? What would Mia do?)

"Mr. Wright? Do you have any more questions for the witness?"

"Maybe you need me to explain a certain piece of evidence you have in your possession?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." (It might not be easy, but there is another way. There has to be.) "There is one piece of evidence that's been bugging me for a while. TAKE THAT!"




"The crime scene photo Mr. Wright?"


"…What's wrong with the crime scene photo?"

"It seems strange to me that we have it at all. Who took it?"

"Fool. As I have already mentioned when I submitted the evidence, it was taken by the officers who first arrived at the crime scene to arrest Mr. Jones."

"Yes and how many police officers happen to go on patrol with cameras at the ready just in case? It's not only strange, it's illogical."

"What are you implying, Mr. Wright?"

POINT! "That this picture was taken by none other than the real killer in an attempt to frame my client!"

"Yeah, so Vargas took the picture-"

"OBJECTION! I never said that. We have already proven that Mr. Vargas was long gone by the time this picture was taken. The person who took it, the real killer, is not him."

"So, Mr. Wright, who do you think the real killer is?"

"The real killer, the one person who could have possibly taken this picture, can only be," POINT! "Mr. Newspaper!"

"But the witness has been insistent on the fact that Mr. Jones is innocent. Why would he take a picture that incriminates him?"

"Mr. Newspaper needed someone to take the fall for him, it didn't matter who. Mr. Vargas was already gone, and Mr. Jones was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Hahaha, that's rich, Jack."

"Witness, the defense just made a very serious accusation against you! This is no laughing matter."

"It's hilarious actually. You're actually gonna pin this on me? Just how much is Vargas paying ya?"


"It's obvious ain't it? The only reason you'd go so far out of your way to accuse me instead of Vargas is because you're in his pocket."

SLAM! "That's ridiculous!"

"I thought Alfie would pick better lawyers, but- OW!"

"Fool! Phoenix Wright accepting bribes from a criminal? I'd sooner snap my whip in half and start a career as a rodeo clown!"

"Of course you'd be in on it too, wouldn't you? It's the only explanation for why you wouldn't take my evidence to court."

WHIP! "Foolishly foolish fool!" WHIP! "As I told you when you first showed me that questionable list, this trial is to prove that Mr. Jones is guilty. Anything concerning Mr. Vargas and his alleged involvement is of no concern to me."

"You know who would say that? A communist."

"You have ceased to make any rational sense!"

"Just like a Commie…"


"Enough! We are getting nowhere with this cross-examination, or this witness!"

"I agree, on both accounts."

"The defense has proposed one theory of the crime accusing the Witness, the Witness has proposed another accusing yet another suspect, and the prosecution insists that it was the defendant. As this is the last day of the trial we must reach a conclusion today, but so far we've only succeeded at making the situation even murkier. With both the Witness and the defense unable to clearly provide evidence of their theories, I have no choice but to agree with the prosecution's presentation of the facts."


"At this time I am prepared to render a verdict. With all the evidence that has been clearly presented, I have no choice but to find the defendant, Alfred F. Jones, Gui-"

I'm on a boat! I'm on a boat! Take a good hard look at the-

"Oh, sorry, that's mine. Gimme a sec."

"Mr. Jones, it's very inappropriate to have your phone on during your own trial."

"Yeah, sorry, but it's kinda important…Hello?

Arthur! Where are you? In kind of a pinch here…

Oh, okay, well how soon can you get here?

Really? Just, might be a bit hard, but, um, we'll try.

Okay, thanks. See you soon."

"Alfred? Was that Arthur?"

"Yeah, he said he has the evidence, wouldn't tell me what it was, and said he'd be here soon and to stall for time."

"The judge is about to declare you guilty! I don't think stalling for time is an option!"

"Well, he said to ask Mr. Newspaper about the Congressman."

"The judge is about to pass a verdict! A guilty verdict!"

"Yeah, well, try?"

"Mr. Wright!"

"Y-yes, Your Honor?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Not really, we just, don't think we've heard everything we could from this witness yet."

"Fool, what else could we possibly hear from him?"

"And could we even get a straight answer out of him?"

"Well, we've spent a lot of time talking about the crime and what happened that night, whether it was actually possible if Mr. Jones did or didn't do it, but we're missing a really big piece of the puzzle, something necessary for any crime: a motive."


"We've never heard anyone give a reason for Mr. Jones to have killed the Congressman." POINT! "As such, I would like to have the Witness give testimony on the Congressman himself!"

"And just why would I be able to do that, Jack?"

"Uh, well, you're a reporter are you not? As a reporter, in DC no less, you should know about people, especially Congresspeople, and why someone would want to kill them."

"Mr. Wright has a point. I am willing to postpone my verdict for a bit more testimony. Witness, please tell us about the victim and his relationship with the defendant."

(Alright Arthur, I'm taking your advice. Please don't let me down.)

-So, You Want To Know About The Victim?-

"It's simple really: Alfie works for the government.
As part of his job he's in and out of Congress all the time, so that's how he knew Congressman Smith.
They were on pretty good terms actually.
Vargas knew him pretty well through his mafia connections.
He was always sending in people and letters about something or other.
As for me, like you said Jack, I'm a reporter, and reporters have to know people.
Congressman Smith was not particularly close to me, in any sense of the word."

"Remember Mr. Wright, we need to stall for Arthur."

(Assuming he'll show up in time…)

"He'll be here, I know it. Do your best."

"I'll try."

"Don't try, do."

(Right, of course. This is no time to second guess yourself, or Arthur. Alfred trusts him, so he'll show up, and I need to do my best to stall for time until he gets here.)

"Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness.

-So, You Want To Know About The Victim?-

"They were on pretty good terms actually."

"HOLD IT! What exactly do you mean by good terms?"

"They got along. The two of them were real great pals. Heck everyone gets along with Alfie; I mean can you blame them? The guy's a saint, wouldn't hurt a fly, and I'll tell you – OW!"

"OBJECTION! The witness is foolishly using this opportunity to present his biased opinion as fact."

"Jack over there asked a question. I was only stating what I observed, like any good reporter."

"The foolish defense foolishly asked about the defendant and the victim's relationship, not for your 100 point thesis on why Alfred F. Jones is the bee's knees." WHIP! "Stick to the point!"

"Yeesh, fine…"

"He was always sending in people and letters about something or other."

"HOLD IT! You mean Mr. Vargas never went to see him himself?"

"No, that's not really how Vargas rolls if you know what I mean."

"Um, no, not really." (That's why I asked.)

"Why would Vargas go talk to someone when he can send people to do it for him?"

"Well, if that's the case, and if Mr. Vargas did actually kill the Congressman like you say, why wouldn't he just send someone to do that too?"

"Eh? What do ya mean?"

"If Mr. Vargas sent people to do something as simple as talk to a person, why wouldn't he do the same for something as complicated as murder?"

"You really have no idea how these things work do you, Jack? Definitely not the criminal type."

"Of course not."

"Or maybe you're just not bright."

SLAM! "Just answer the question!"

"If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself. If Vargas sent someone to kill him, they could have messed everything up."

"Well, it's not like everything went off smoothly as is."

"'Course it did, Jack. Alfie's the one on trial, isn't he? Not Vargas."

"But he let you, an eye witness, escape. That seems like a mistake to me."

"I suppose he knew that even my good friend Alfred's defense team wouldn't believe my tale. Alas, how disappointing it is to know that he is right and your doubt will let him walk free."

(Why did your accent change? Playing up the drama I suppose.)

"Congressman Smith was not particularly close to me, in any sense of the word."

"HOLD IT! What makes you say that you weren't particularly close?"

"We knew each other, of course. I know everyone on Capitol Hill, and everyone who's anyone knows me. But aside from that, there wasn't much to our relationship."

"That's it?"

"He was no different than the countless other politicians who have passed through DC over the years."

(Why don't I believe that?)

"So, what do you think, Alfred?"

"We have to trust Arthur, and Arthur said to focus on Congressman Smith. If Mr. Newspaper is evading you're questions…"

(Then he must be doing it for a reason.)

"Congressman Smith was not particularly close to me, in any sense of the word."

"OBJECTION! Mr. Newspaper, I'm sure you recognize these? After all you did admit to writing them."

"Yeah, the Vaguely Threatening Letters, I know, Jack. But I also recall telling you that Vargas made me write them."

"Yes, I recall that too," POINT! "That's why I find it strange that, since you didn't know the Congressman all that well, Mr. Vargas specifically had you write them."


"There are plenty of reporters in DC, several of which I'm sure were more involved with the Congressman then you were. Why would Mr. Vargas have you be the one to write the letters calling him out when he'd be more likely to respond to someone he knew better?"

"The, the letters were, were anonymous anyway. I didn't have to sign them or anything; they just needed to be in my handwriting."

"Still, why did Mr. Vargas have you personally write the letters and create a witness out of an accomplished reporter, especially when anyone off the street could have done the exact same job?"

"Mr. Wright raises a valid point. If Mr. Vargas is the killer, why would he have Mr. Newspaper write the vaguely threatening letters?

"Because the killer isn't Mr. Vargas," WHIP! "It's the defendant, Mr. Jones. That you for proving that out for me Mr. Wright"

"OBJECTION! J-just because Mr. Vargas isn't the killer doesn't mean Mr. Jones is."

"Are you still insisting it's me, Jack? Because I ain't no killer."

"Double negative, doesn't that mean you are the killer?"

"It's called a dialect, Alfie. You of all people should know that. I ain't the killer. If you're trying to prove otherwise, you're going to need a bit more than some letters I was forced to write and shaky reasoning of my connections to the victim."

"Would conclusive evidence be enough for you?"


"Arthur! You made it!"

Murmur murmur murmur


"Order! Mr. Kirkland, what are you doing here?"

"Yeah, just what are you doing here alive and unharmed, Limey?"

"It's just as I said," Sip, "I've come across some decisive evidence that will confirm Mr. Wrights version of events."





"You, you're bluffing, Limey! There, there definitely ain't no evidence to prove I'm the killer because I ain't the killer!"

"I'm afraid not. It's all here."

"Now Mr. Kirkland, I assume you mean well, but there really is a process when submitting evidence to the court-"

"I've already had the Chief of Police sign off on it, and run a handwriting analysis. These notes, written by Mr. Newspaper, are perfectly acceptable pieces of evidence."

"And we're just going to accept that? From a guy who came in here a few days ago and outright lied on the stand?"

"Are you doubting my honor, Mr. Newspaper? Do you believe I would forge evidence?"

"Your entire testimony was false, Kirkland. Why should we trust anything you've produced?"

"The witness has a point, Mr. Kirkland…"

"I'll accept it."

"M-Ms. Von Karma? You'd accept Mr. Kirkland's evidence, even though it might be faked?"

"I'll take my chances," WHIP! "Mr. Kirkland may be one to lie on the stand, but he's not the type to falsify evidence. The Prosecution is willing to allow Mr. Kirkland's evidence into the court record."

"Well then Mr. Wright, what do you think?"

(Alfred trusted Arthur brought real evidence, and I trust Alfred, as my client, friend, and country, I suppose. Besides I've already come this far. It would be useless to back off now when I have Mr. Newspaper right where I want him.) "The Defense trusts Mr. Kirkland. We're willing to accept his evidence."

"Very well. The Court will accept Mr. Kirkland's evidence."

Suspiciously Detailed Notes added to Court Record

"This…Mr. Newspaper, this is clear evidence that you've planned the murder and the outcome down to the smallest details. Do you have anything to say in your own defense?"


"This evidence is conclusive. It would be foolish of him to say anymore." WHIP! "All it lacks is a motive."

"Oh, ya want motive? I'll give you motive. They'll be tellin' this story for ages to come! I did it all for you Alfie!"

(He said as much before when we confronted him the other day.)

"W-What? What are you talking about? I never asked you to! I never wanted you to do any of this!"

"Ya don't even know do ya? Ha! HAHAHA!" SLAM! "I've always been there for you, hell most of the time I was the only one there for you. And this, HAHAHA, this is how you repay me! Poor, innocent Alfie, everything I do is for you!"

"I don't understand!" SLAM! "How could you even think that I wanted this?"

"You've been feeling down lately, haven't you? A bit discouraged? Underappreciated? Well what better way to make you look better then to make someone else look worse? It's all about publicity these days, Alfie dear."

"You didn't have to kill anyone!"

"Of course I did! Sad fact of life, but people die! If I happen to speed it up in the cause of helping you, so be it. People do it all the time anyway, Mr. Ame-"

BANG BANG! "I think I've heard enough. Bailiff, please arrest the witness."

"Fine, yes, you've got me, HAHAHA, no, I'll come quietly, don't worry, HAHA. Well played, Mr. Wright, Ms. Von Karma. I've lost this round, but I'm sure I'll see you again in the funny pages."

"Well, that was…interesting."

"Alfred, are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. No worries."

(You don't look fine…)

"But this means we won right?"

"Indeed. This case has taken some very interesting turns, but with this latest development I can safely and without a doubt find the defendant, Alfred F. Jones:


March 19, 3:35 PM. District Court, Defendant's Lobby No. 3

"Well," I sighed in relief, "I'm glad that's over."

"Yeah," Alfred bit his lip and looked away.

"What's wrong?" I asked, but before he could answer a whip sounded through the room, "Franziska!"

"Phoenix Wright," she nodded, "I suppose I should congratulate you on your win."

"Thanks, for that and for all your help too."

"I didn't do it for you. I didn't trust that fool of a witness in the first place. He tried to offer me that list of his and steer my investigation towards Lovino Vargas. A foolish maneuver, as I repeatedly informed him that my case was against Alfred Jones and Alfred Jones alone. Eventually it got to the point where I wanted to see him squirm, even if it meant Mr. Jones walked free," she smirked and turned to face Alfred, "although I suppose there are worse outcomes. You're a fool, but an innocent fool. Even I can see that."

Alfred smiled, although it didn't quite reach his eyes, "Thanks Ms. Von Karma, for taking the case and prosecuting it so well."

"You're quite welcome. It was most certainly my pleasure. Speaking as the prosecutor, it would have been foolish to convict you. No fool would find their own nation guilty for murder."

I balked, "You, you knew the whole time?"

"Of course I did, I've been spending most of the past few days dealing with the fallout a certain foolish former empire brought upon my own nation. Are you telling me you didn't?"

"I, figured it out eventually." (Or Edgeworth did anyway.)

"You're a fool, so I'm not surprised," she shook her head; "I simply came to congratulate you on your win and not accidently incarcerating America. Now that I've done so, I do need to go find Gilbert. Ludwig is, insisting that he return to Germany, but doesn't trust him to do so on his own." With a menacing look in her eyes and a quick wave, she left the courtroom.

Just then, I was tackled from behind.

"Nick! You did it!" Maya shouted as she bowled me over.

"Maya!" I laughed as I hugged her back, "I'm glad you're alright."

"Not bad, Wright," I heard Edgeworth say as we stood up again.

"Edgeworth! Thanks, for finding Maya, and everything."

"Oh, well, yes," he cleared his throat, "That was mostly Gumshoe, Yong Soo, and Yao. You should really thank them when you get a chance."

"They're waiting at a burger place not too far from here," Arthur said as he approached us, "Along with Francis, Kiku, Ivan, and the others. Celebration party and what not."

"Burgers?" Maya perked up, "As the amazing defense team that got Alfred off, we're invited to this right?"

"Of course, how else is Mr. Wright going to thank us for all our hard work?"

"Yeah, thanks Arthur. You really came through for us at the end."

"Oh, well," he blushed and shuffled his feet, "N-no problem. Don't misunderstand though! I didn't do it for you, o-or for Alfred! I was merely making up for my blunder during my testimony! It had nothing to do with you!"

"R-right…" (Good to know he's still denying his emotions.)

"Alfred?" Arthur asked, "You've been awfully quiet since the trial ended. Is everything alright, lad?"

"I, well," he bit his lip and looked away, "It's just, that stuff that Mr. Newspaper said, he's right, in a way. People die all the time, people die for me all the time and I know this but…my entire life, through wars and peace and civil unrest and everything, he's always been there and had my back."

Arthur grabbed his shoulders, "Alfred, he killed a man and tried to pin it on Lovino. What he did was wrong, to you and to them. I know it's lonely, but you're much better off without him. Give him a few decades in prison to cool off and just let this whole thing finally blow over."

"I know, but are those the kind of people who have my back? You and the other nations, I know you don't care about me-"

"Alfred that's not-"

"No, don't deny it," he shrugged the hands off, "I know what you're saying about me; Mr. Newspaper was right on that point. Is that what's left? Are the people who I have to rely on for the rest of my life murderers and backstabbers? Is that my legacy?"

"No, Alfred," I said, "There's more to you than that. So much more. TAKE THAT!"

"My file? What's that got to do with anything?"

"Everything. You're America, much more than a country of murderers and backstabbers. You have us, me and Maya and Edgeworth, we have your back, along with countless others. And while none of us here are perfect, we'll always have your back, because we know you'll always have ours."

"Yeah," Maya nodded, "There's no need to be so down on yourself because of one silly reporter."

"That's right," Edgeworth added, "We may not be around for as long as you, but you'll always have your people in your corner, even if they don't know it."

Alfred grinned, wide and bright, and pulled us all into a hug, "Thanks you guys."

"No problem, really," Edgeworth said, "Please let me go now."

He did, and as I was getting my bearings I could hear Arthur chuckling in the background and saying, "We best be off. Don't want to keep the others waiting."

"Yeah! Burgers!" Maya grabbed my arm, "Let's go Nick!"

"Yeah, thanks for paying for everyone, Mr. Wright!" Alfred laughed.

"I, what? Wait when did I-"

"Truly a wonderful gesture," Edgeworth smirked, "I'm sure everyone will be glad to hear it when we get there."

"But I-"

"Really, Mr. Wright," Arthur said, "above and beyond your defense attorney duties I must say. A noble act indeed."

(How do I always end up paying?)

"Ooh," Maya clapped her hands, "Is he gonna say it?"

"Of course he is," Edgeworth shook his head, "It's practically a tradition at this point."

"I must admit," Arthur said, "Since I skipped the end of the trial, I have missed hearing it."

Alfred laughed, "Say it nice and loud, Mr. Wright."


A few months later

Ottawa, Canada

"Oh, about all that business that went down in March? Yes, I was there for it. I'm the one who brought Mr. Wright and Ms. Fey into it. No one seems to remember that. No one seems to remember I was there at all, actually.

All this exciting stuff always seems to happen to Alfred, not that I'm complaining. Kumacy and I have always preferred a quiet life.

Oh, no, Kumacy is my pet polar bear. Yes of course he's a real polar bear! Kumacy, come say hi!

Huh? They left."

Washington D.C, USA

"Yeah, I've been dealing with the fallout of the trial. It's fine, I'm used to it, this isn't the first time Alfred Jones has been in the public eyes, although it is the first time it's been for murder. But Mr. Newspaper was right about one thing; now that everyone knows I was innocent the whole time whole time, they feel real bad about saying bad things about me in the first place.

I'm planning on taking a break from politics for a bit. Yeah some people, cough Arthur cough, may call it being irresponsible, but I think I've earned a break. Maybe I'll stop by London and see how that old man is doing, or head out to Cali and see what Mr. Wright and Miss Maya are up to. Eventually Alfred F. Jones will fade into the background again, just as it should be.

Yeah, despite what some people may say, I am okay with not being in the spotlight for a while."

Paris, France

"Oh, you want to talk about that incident back in March? Aren't you well informed? Yes, that was certainly exciting. I haven't been a part of an investigation like that in decades.

I used to be the center of all sorts of investigations and conspiracies, it was thrilling. I'm too old for it now, but Alfred's still young and beautiful. He can handle the spotlight once in a while.

I do wonder what those attractive lawyers and their attractive assistants are up to these days. They were a fun bunch, especially that prosecutor. I suppose I could always get myself arrested and find out, non?

I'm kidding, of course. Prison attire always looks dreadful on me."

Berlin, Germany

"That business with Alfred and Mr. Wright? That was months ago. I have too much to do right now, so I can't really sit around and-"

"Kesese, if you really want to talk about that giant mess Alfred got himself into, you can just ask the awesome me! I was the star of that trial! The peons were hanging on my every word!"

"Prosecutor Von Karma still won't talk to you after that mess of a testimony you gave."

"No need to stress over minor details." CHIRP!

"Speaking of Prosecutor Von Karma, she's been doing a lot of work with INTERPOL lately, so I've been seeing more of her. She's been working on a case with an investigator from Zheng Fa last I've heard."

"As for me, I've got my eye on this new up and coming prosecutor."

"The rock star turned attorney? Yes, I suppose I should keep an eye out for him too."

Budapest, Hungary

"Oh, I wasn't really involved in that incident. Sure I helped Mr. Wright and Maya when I could, but really there were a lot more people who helped out more than I could.

I do wish I could have helped more, but everything worked out in the end, so I'm not complaining.

More importantly, I found an online community dedicated to the WrightWorth ship and all of the pictures I took of them throughout the incident were a total hit! I'm working on a doujin about them right now, about how tragic it is to fall in love with your courtroom rival. I'm sure they'll love it."

Rome, Italy

"Ve? Oh, that stuff that happened back in America? Yeah, I'm really glad that Fratello and Alfred got through it okay. It was scary at the end there. I thought Fratello would be put in jail for sure! But, everything turned out all right."

"Speak for yourself, bastard! I had to stand around that shitty courtroom, forced to give testimony I didn't want to give, and almost got thrown in jail due to the convoluted plot of some pig-head bastard's revenge scheme! I almost died like three times! I'm never going back to America again! Worst birthday trip ever!"

"Oh yeah, I also get to spend my birthday with Miss Maya! She's very pretty, so I was very happy. The whole thing was worth it for that! I would love to do it again sometime."

"Yeah, next time you can get shot at and give testimony and almost die five times, and I'll take Miss Maya out."

"Ve, maybe we skip the whole trial thing and just have dinner with Miss Maya?"

"Sounds good. When's the next flight to America?"

Vienna, Austria

"Yes that business was such a dreadful mess, I'm surprised it turned out so well in the end. Alfred has always been careless. You'd never catch me being put on trial for something I didn't do! I strive to only be charged for crimes I've actually committed.

I haven't seen any of the lawyers since the trial, and I don't plan to. Although I do wish I had more of a chance to talk to that Prosecutor Edgeworth. He seems like a refined sort of man with ample good taste in neckwear."

Madrid, Spain

"Oh, I really had nothing to with that trial. I'm not very good at investigating, although I met this adorable American student here the other day, said she was really into scientific investigation. Maybe she can show me something.

Anyway, I showed up after the crime had already taken place, so I couldn't even be a witness. Lovino and Gilbert looked like they had so much fun on the witness stand, so really I missed out.

I may have overstepped my bounds when I spilled everything to Mr. Wright, but in my defense he was most of the way there and probably would have figured it out on his own. Don't tell Alfred, though."

London, England

"That whole debacle? Gosh, I haven't thought about it in ages.

The whole thing was quite the mess, wasn't it? You'd never find me in that sort of situation, I'd have you know.

W-what are you giving me that look for?

Anyway, it doesn't matter. Alfred's taking some time off so he fades out of the public eye. He'll always do what he wants. I don't care." Sip.

"I think he's going travelling. Maybe I want to go travelling to, did he ever think of that? But I have things like work and responsibilities that I can't drop, unlike some people, so I don't really have time for that.

O-oh? He said he was coming here? I-I don't care, he can do what he wants. Him visiting me doesn't make me happy at all." Sip.

Tokyo, Japan

"Yes, I recall the incident. I am not normally one for detective stories, but to be in the middle of one, even playing a minor role, was quite thrilling.

I am glad Naruhodou-san was able to save the day in the end.

Hm? That is what I just said, Naruhodou-san.

I am sure he and Ayasato-san are doing well for themselves. I hope Mitsurugi-san and Karuma-san are doing well in their chosen paths.

Hm? Yes, I know their names, I just said them."

Moscow, Russia

"Ah, yes, that incident Alfred got himself into. That was fun! I like watching him squirm so much. Maybe next time it'll be because of me.

I didn't spend a lot of time with Mr. Wright and Ms. Fey, but they sure did seem nice. I had a lot of fun with Mr. Edgeworth that one time, but Yong Soo ruined it by helping him. Oh well, I'm sure he had his own fun.

I did a little bit of investigating, and that was fun too! Maybe next time I can take a more active role in investigating. Eh? Of course there will be a next time! There's always a next time."

Nevada, USA

"What the !**#? You're still on about that? Listen, Aflred didn't do it, so get the !*#* out of here with that.

That two-bit reporter really **!#ed everything up this time. He's lucky Alfred wanted to deal with it his way, because if he let me do it my way, well, no more #$!**- *$$ reporter.

Alfred's not here right now, he's travelling. Maybe he'll see that #*!*ing lawyer and his assistant again, who knows? I probably won't, I'm going home for a bit. They'll probably be long gone by the time I get back, but Alfred'll still be around. Unless he pull this $#!* again."

California, USA

"Nick has a lot of crazy trials, and I get involved in them somehow in one way or another. You're going to have to be more specific if you want me to recall it.

Oh, right, that East Coast mess. Since I didn't end up having to take the witness stand, I'm calling that I win, although I did miss another outstanding opportunity to have Franzi model for my new book, Franzi's Whippity-Whip Trip.

I've stayed in touch with Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio. They live in Europe, so we haven't been able to meet up since, but we're making plans to do Vegas soon.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?"

Seoul, South Korea

"Yeah, that trial was a lot of fun. Probably not for Alfred, but I had a blast with my investigations. I haven't seen Detective Gumshoe since, but I've run into Ms. Von Karma once or twice. When you're big time investigators like us, your paths are bound to cross sometimes.

Mr. Edgeworth's been too busy with his 'actual job as a Prosecutor' or whatever to become a full time partner in our detective agency. I don't know why he's so against the idea. Detective work came from here, you know. No crime would go unsolved!

Since Mr. Edgeworth is abroad again, he promised to let me know when he came here, so who knows? ImWorth Investigations may return again!"

Beijing, China

"Ugh, don't even remind me about that nonsense, aru. Alfred gets too carried away sometimes and I'm glad the whole thing is over with.

I've heard both Ms. Von Karma and Mr. Edgeworth were abroad, but I have no plans to see them. Why should I? I'm very busy, I have things to do. I can't just drop my schedule because a human who I meet a grand total of once is in town. I'm not Alfred or Yong Soo, aru.

Mr. Wright and Ms. Von Karma did a good job in the end, I can say that much. Didn't think much of either of them at first, but they proved me wrong. It happens sometimes, but not a lot, aru.

Seven Years Later

April 20, 9:40AM. District Court, Defendant's Lobby No. 3.

(Okay, I'm fine. I'm totally not nervous, and I'm absolutely fine. My palms are sweaty and my heart feels like it's going to explode, but I'm fine!

…Who am I kidding, I'm a nervous wreck! It's my first trial and it's a murder trial! But I can't let my client see that I'm nervous.)

"Hey," a voice said behind me.

"I'm fine!" I screeched, my voice cracking a bit as I jumped in the air.

"I can see that," he laughed.

(All those 'Chords of Steel' warm-ups for nothing.) I turned around, but luckily it wasn't my client. It was a young, blond guy in a beat up leather jacket and glasses in front of blue eyes. His hair was tousled so much that one piece in front was sticking up, but he had a classic Hollywood smile plastered on his face.

"Um, you're not involved in the trial, are you?" (Just my luck he's the prosecutor or the judge or something.)

"Oh, no, not today," he laughed, "Your client is a friend of mine. He helped me out a jam a while back."

"Yeah, he does that, I hear. Did that. A few times."

"You know him?"

"Not personally, no. Just by reputation."

"I see," the man looked away.

"My boss does, they're friends."

"Yeah, I've heard," he looked back up at me, "Why'd he put you on this case, then, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, well, he asked for me. The client did, I mean."

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "Huh." He gazed at me, sizing me up. I tried to stand a little taller, but you can only do so much with what you're given.

(I should say something.)

He beat me to the punch, "What do you think, about the case, I mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did Phoenix Wright kill him, or not? What do you think?"

(Do I think he did it? Do I think that my client actually killed someone?) "Of course he didn't do it, no way."

"Good," he smiled, "As long as you're confident in that. That's the most important part."

(I've got to let this guy know I'm up for the task. Be assertive, be confident.) "I'm fine."

"So I've heard," he laughed, "I just stopped by to see how he was doing."

"He's not here yet," I shrugged and glanced at the clock. Not much time left, "He should be here soon if you want to wait."

"That's okay, I think I got what I came for," he held out his hand, "I'm Alfred Jones, by the way."

I took his hand and gave it a firm shake, "Apollo Justice." (Please don't notice the sweaty palms.)

"Justice, huh? How appropriate," Alfred let go of my hand, but kept staring at me, as if looking for something. Not wanting him to how nervous I was, I stared him back. Eventually a slow smile spread across his face, "Yeah, you'll be fine."

"I, yeah," I nodded, "I'll be fine."

Alfred laughed, "I'll be rooting for you out there. Good luck, Mr. Justice!" and left.

(Right. Okay. Gotta get my head in the game and focus.

Look out world, here comes Justice!)

The End.