Turnabout Revenge

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Ever wondered what it was like if Maya was never suspected for Mia's murder? Or if Maya and Phoenix met on a different case. Here's what I think would've happened. (Some things might only be clear
if you've played the first game.)

Submitted: July 05, 2018

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Submitted: July 05, 2018



It was Sunday morning, almost 8 o’clock. I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I slammed my hand on the nightstand a couple of times before I got ahold of it.

“Phoenix here… Hold on, who is this?... Okay, yeah. I’ll be there soon, don’t worry… Yeah, bye.”

It took me a few seconds to get out of bed. I really didn’t want to work on a Sunday, it was the one day of the week I could sleep in and do nothing all day. But I couldn’t ignore the request of a Fey. Especially not after what happened to Mia. I quickly got dressed and rushed over to the detention center. When I got there, I walked into the visitor’s room. Maya Fey, a girl with long black hair and big blue eyes was sitting behind the glass. She was wearing a pink dress, a purple coat and a big necklace.

“Hi. Are you Mr. Wright?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. You can call me Phoenix though. Mr. Wright makes me feel a bit… old.”

“You do look kind of old.”

Do I though?, I thought.

“Okay, moving on. What happened?”

“Well, you know Mia, right?”

Of course I knew Mia. She trained me and made me into the lawyer I am today.

“Y-Yeah, I know Mia.”

“Well, then you know the man who killed her was declared innocent.”

Her facial expression changed. I could see the rage in her eyes.

“Yeah, due to lack of evidence. Although I thought they had decisive evidence at the time.”
“Apparently he got shot last night.”

“And they think you’re the one who shot him.”

She nodded.

“Did you?”

It was a pretty stupid question, to which I already kind of knew the answer, but I had to be one hundred percent sure.

“No. Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve loved to do it. But I didn’t.”

She seemed to regain her calm.

“Maya, let me ask you something. Why did you ask for me to defend you?”

A sad smile appeared on her face.

“Mia was always talking about you, so I thought you’d be able to help.”

“I see…”

“So how’s my case looking?”

“Well, eh…”

I hesitated. This was going to be very tough.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“You’ve got a motive, and the prosecution probably has a witness who thinks they saw you there, so this will definitely not be easy. But I don’t believe you pulled that trigger, so I’ll do whatever I can to prove it.”

Maya’s face lit up.

“Thank you soooo much, Mr. Wright.”

“No problem. And you can still call me Phoenix.”

“Well, not to be rude, but you look like you’re thirty or something.”

“I’m twenty-four.”


What’s with the surprise?

“Yes. How old are you, by the way?”


“Ah. Not to be rude, but what’s with the bizarre… I mean, interesting outfit?”

“I’m a spirit medium.”

“A spirit medium?”
“In training, yes.”

I was trying to process that information. Until now, I always thought that spirit mediums, along with fortune tellers and psychics, were frauds who were trying to rip off gullible people. But this girl didn’t seem like the type to do such a thing.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

“I believe you, don’t worry.”

“So when’s the trial?”
“I think they said it’s tomorrow.”

“Okay, that gives me… only a day to prepare.”

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” Maya asked, looking down at her feet.

“No, of course not. Everything will be fine.”

At least, I hope so.


The next morning, I arrived at the courthouse eight minutes before the trial was supposed to start. Maya was already in the defendant lobby.

“You nervous?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not every day that I’m on trial, so yeah, I am nervous. What about you?”

“Not really, no.”

Except I’m freaking out.

“At least one of us is somewhat sane at the moment.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to get you declared innocent.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wright. I mean, Phoenix.”

We’re getting there.

“Don’t mention it.”

Then the bailiff walked into the lobby.

“Defense. Please make your way into the courtroom.”

“Alright, coming.”

The bailiff walked back into the courtroom.

“Well, let’s get this over with”, I said.

Me and Maya walked into the courtroom. I took the defense stand at the right-hand side of the courtroom. Across from me, in the prosecutor stand, was Miles Edgeworth, the youngest and one of the most ruthless prosecutors of the country. Edgeworth didn’t show any sign of emotion.

Geeze, talk about a poker face, I thought.

It wasn’t long before the judge entered the courtroom. He slammed down his gavel, and the room went quiet.

“Court is now in session for the trial of miss Maya Fey.”
“The prosecution is ready, Your Honor”, Edgeworth said with authoritative indifference.

“Er… The defense is also ready, Your Honor.”

Man, Edgeworth sure seems confident.

“Very well. Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement.”
“Two nights ago, around 10 o’clock, a man by the name of Redd White was killed with a single gunshot. I would like to submit the gun used for the shooting as evidence.”

“The court accepts this evidence.”

“Furthermore, we have a witness who saw the accused shoot the victim.”

“Very well. Bring in the witness.”

The bailiff left, and quickly returned with a young woman.

“Witness”, Edgeworth said. “Please state your name and profession.”

“My name is Grace Rodriguez. I’m a journalist.”

“And you saw the murder happen, correct?”

She nodded.

“Witness, please answer the question out loud”, the judge said.

“Yes, I saw the murder happen.”

“Very well. Please testify about what occurred that night.”

“I was on a camping trip, out by the lake. I was just setting up my telescope when the fog started to set in. Then I heard something, so I got a bit closer. And I saw two people, a man and a girl, arguing with each other. And at some point, the girl pulled out a gun and shot the man. That’s when I called the cops.”

“Very well. Mr. Wright, you may start your cross-examination.”

I cleared my throat.

“Was the girl you saw the defendant?”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Pretty sure, yeah.”

“But it was already dark and you stated that it was foggy, so you could be-”

Oh, great. Here we go.

“The witness already stated that the girl she saw was the accused and that she was sure about it…”
“Objection! She stated she was pretty sure, which is not the same as absolutely sure.”

Edgeworth was quiet. His facial expression spoke for him. He wasn’t going to waste time on something trivial like that.
“Objection overruled, Mr. Wright. If you don’t have anything relevant to ask…”
“I do, Your Honor. Miss Rodriguez, do you know what time it was?”
“Objection! There is no point to this question, as we all know the time of death.”

“Overruled, Mr. Edgeworth. Witness, please answer the question.”
“I think it must’ve been around 9 o’clock.”

Did she just say…?

“Miss Rodriguez, are you absolutely sure about that?” I asked.
“Well, I could be a little off, but it was certainly no later than 9.30 PM.”

Before I could react, Edgeworth already spoke up.

“Miss Rodriguez, it can’t have been 9 o’clock.”

“Are you calling me a liar?!”

“The autopsy report places the time of death around 10 o’clock. Therefore, you must be mistaken.”

“Look, if I say it was 9 o’clock, then it was 9 o’clock. If there’s anyone who knows about times, it would be me.”

The judge slammed down his gavel three times.

“Order! Order in the court!”
It was quiet immediately.

“Mr. Wright, is there anything else you would like to ask the witness?”
“Just one more question, Your Honor. Miss Rodriguez, do you know what those two people were arguing about?”

“No, I do not.”
“How come?”

“I wasn’t close enough to hear.”

“Is that so?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want them to notice I was there, eavesdropping.”

“I see. So you couldn’t have seen the defendant clearly.”


I should’ve seen that one coming, I thought.

“Defense, you shall not put words in the witness’s mouth.”
“Objection sustained. Mr. Wright-”
“But if-”

“Enough. Witness, you can go now.”

The bailiff escorted Grace Rodriguez out of the courtroom.

“The court will now take a five minute recess.”

The judge slammed down his gavel once, and everyone left the courtroom.

“How are you holding up?” I asked Maya.

“I’m fine, I guess. But the case isn’t looking too good, is it?”
“Honestly? Not really, no.”

Maya looked down at her feet.
“Look, don’t worry about it, okay? Everything will be fine. I promise.”

“Thank you. But there’s something I should tell you.”

“What’s up?”
“I was there.”
“You were where?”
“At the lake.”
I was quiet. Maya was at the lake two nights ago. As much as I believed in her innocence, if there was even a shred of evidence suggesting she was there, proving it would be bordering on the impossible.

“Hello? Earth to Phoenix?”
“Okay, I need you answer a very simple question for me. What were you doing there?”

“A friend of mine lives there.”

“Okay, so you have an alibi. Good.”

Phew. I was worried for a second there.

“Well, not exactly. She’s on a two-week trip, and she asked me to feed her hedgehog.”

Okay, so her friend has a hedgehog. Why am I not surprised?

“Okay, no problem. We’ll just…”

Then the bailiff walked into the lobby.

“Defense, please make your way back into the courtroom.”


He walked back into the courtroom. I gave Maya one last glance to reassure her that everything would be fine, which she answered with a nod, before following the bailiff into the courtroom. I took the defense stand once again. The judge reconvened the trial.

“Your Honor”, Edgeworth started. “The prosecution would like to take this opportunity to present some new evidence.”
“And what might that evidence be?”
“A picture taken by a security camera at the lake, which shows the defendant.”

“Well, that’s some very decisive evidence. The court accepts it.”

Of course. Why am I not surprised that Edgeworth has that evidence?

“Defense, what is your response to this?”

“The defense has the opinion that this evidence is not decisive.”

Edgeworth shook his head.

“Wright, sometimes it’s better to admit defeat, you know. There’s a picture that places the defendant at the scene, and a witness who saw her shooting the victim…”

“Objection! It’s impossible for the witness to have seen the defendant clearly.”

“Well, if the defendant wasn’t there to shoot the victim, what was she doing there?”

“Feeding her friend’s hedgehog.”

I knew it sounded ridiculous, but I had to give it a shot. Not answering the question would be even more disastrous.

“Is there any proof of that?”

“Well, eh…”


Edgeworth shook his head.

“Wright, has nobody ever told you that evidence is everything in the courtroom? Without it, you’ve got nothing.”

“But you can’t prove she shot the victim, either.”

“There’s a witness who saw her do it.”

I can’t believe I forgot about the witness.

“Defense”, the judge said. “Do you have any evidence that the defendant was indeed there to feed a… hedgehog, was it?”

“No, Your Honor. I don’t have any evidence.”

“I see. I think I’ve seen and heard enough to hand down a verdict.”

“Hold it!”

I had a plan. Was it solid? No. Did I think it would work? Not in the slightest. Then why did I try? Because I had no other choice. The least I could do at this point was hope to get an extra day for investigation.

“What is it, Mr. Wright?”
“We still have a gaping hole in the evidence. The autopsy report places the time of the murder around 10 PM. However, the witness claims she saw the murder happen around 9 PM. There’s a major time difference.”

“Right. There was that.”

Really? He forgot about it, too?

“I hereby suspend the trial until tomorrow morning to have both the prosecution and the defense investigate further.”

The judge slammed down his gavel.

“Court is adjourned.”


Later that day, I met Maya at the detention center.

“And you’re sure you didn’t see anything, or anyone there?”

“I didn’t see anything, I swear. But then again, I wasn’t really paying attention to it.”

“I see.”

I looked down at my feet. I wanted to reassure Maya that everything would be alright, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew the case was practically impossible. I was sure of it.


That voice. Surely not….

“I taught you better than that, didn’t I?”

I looked up, and I was shocked by what I saw.


“When times are most desperate, that’s when we smile.”

“But… What-? How-?”

I was so confused. Just a second ago, Maya was sitting there. And now Mia was there, dressed the same way as Maya.

“Didn’t Maya tell you she was a spirit medium?”

Now that she mentions it…

“Well, she did mention something like that.”

“Look, Phoenix. I don’t have a lot of time here, so listen up. Maya is innocent…”

“I know. But how can I prove it?”
“You can’t. That’s why you’ve got to turn your thinking about.”

“What do you mean?”
“You can’t prove Maya is innocent. So instead, prove that someone else is guilty.”

Well, that does make sense. But how on earth am I supposed to do that?

“It would help if I knew who that someone else is.”

“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. The answer is somewhere in the evidence, waiting to be found. Now go.”

“Alright. Thank you, Mia.”

I honestly have no idea what to do.

I left the detention center.


When I arrived at the lake, it was a little past 4. I didn’t think the police had left behind any evidence, but the least I could do was take a look. I thought about what Mia said. The answer is in the evidence. What is that even supposed to mean? I walked over to a campsite, where I found Grace Rodriguez. She spotted me pretty soon, and she looked at me with furrowed brows.

“You got some nerve, just walking into my campsite.”
“I just want to ask you some additional questions, that’s all.”

“And why would I help you? You made me look like a liar!”

She just kept rambling on. Most of it didn’t even make sense to me. I kind of understood where her anger was coming from, but I didn’t have time to listen to her ranting.

“Miss Rodriguez, would you please just calm down?”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Don’t tell me to calm down, you good-for-nothing lawyer!”

“All I want is the truth. So would you please just answer my questions, so we can all move on with our lives?”

Grace rolled her eyes.

“Fiiiiiine. What do you want?”

She crossed her arms. She seemed quite defensive. But why?

“You said that you saw the murder happen somewhere between 9 and 9.30 two nights ago…”

“Yes, and I also said I was sure it was that time.”

“Could you tell me a bit more about it?”

She started playing with her hair.

“Anything that seemed out of place, maybe?”

“You mean besides somebody being shot to death?”


Grace seemed to be thinking about it for a bit.

“The shooter seemed to know how to handle a gun.”

“Do you know what kind of gun it was?”

“I think it was a revolver, but I’m not completely sure. All I know is that is wasn’t a big gun.”


“Is there anything else?”

She started playing with her hair again.

“Nope. I can’t think of anything.”

“Alright, thank you very much for your help, miss Rodriguez.”

I walked away. The information I got from Grace really wasn’t too helpful, but further questioning would’ve probably made her more upset, and that would be very unhelpful and probably more troublesome for the investigation.

Hmm, what to do next?, I thought.

That’s when I noticed the camera hanging from the boathouse, which gave me an idea. I walked over to the boathouse and knocked on the door. When nobody came to answer it, I went inside.

“Hello? Anybody in here?”

No answer. I looked around. It was a pretty small boathouse, and it didn’t look like it was well-maintained. In fact, it looked like it had been deserted for years. I started searching the file-cabinet. I didn’t think I’d find much, but the least I could do was take a look.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The voice startled me. I quickly turned around as I was trying to think of an explanation. It was an old man, and he seemed to be very angry at me. He had a very high-pitched voice.

“Uhm… I just, I…”

Crap. I can’t think of anything.

“I swear. Young ones don’t have any manners these days. Always just snooping about.”

“Sorry, sir. I didn’t think there was anyone here.”
“And does that mean you can snoop around my place carefree?”

His place? Is he ever here, though?

“My name is Phoenix Wright, defense attorney at law-”

“Ohh, a lawyer. Because that makes up for everything.”

Oh great, now I’ve done it…

“Listen up, whippersnapper! If you don’t come up with an explanation right now, I’ll call the cops on you. Defense attorneys aren’t above the law, like they think they are.”

“I’m investigating a murder that happened here two nights ago. Perhaps you know anything about it?”

“Of course I do. Business has been terrible yesterday. And it was such wonderful weather, too.”

Actually, it looks like you haven’t had business in years.

“Right. Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions about it?”

“Sure. It’s not like I got anything better to do, right? I’m just an old man.”

Why was the old man being so defensive? Did he have anything to do with the murder?

“I’m sure you must be very busy, so I’ll keep it quick.”

That seemed to calm the man down. He was still glaring at me, but at least he seemed less angry.

“I noticed the camera outside of your boathouse? I don’t suppose I could take a look at that footage, could I?”

“I should’ve seen that coming. Yesterday some young bloke who claimed to be a prosecutor, now you. Who’s next? The president of Zheng Fa himself?”

So Edgeworth’s been here yesterday. I don’t know if it makes me feel better knowing that it wasn’t forged evidence.

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if it was important. So can I please take a look at the footage from two nights ago? That’s all I ask.”

The old man rolled his eyes.

“Since you’re asking so nicely, I suppose I could go and fetch the footage for you. But I do need it back when you’re done with it.”

“Of course. I’ll return the footage to you as soon as possible.”

The old man went through the door. I thought about going through the file cabinet some more, but I figured it wouldn’t be much use. And it would probably piss off the old man even more than he already was. After a few minutes, the old man came back, holding a dvd.

“Here you go. The footage of two nights ago.”

“Thank you.”
“Be careful with it, though. It’s the only full copy I have.”

“Of course.”

I left the boathouse. I thought about what to do for a minute, and then I decided to head back to the office and watch the security footage. And that’s what I did. When I got to the office, it was already getting dark. I put the disk into the DVD player, got myself some coffee, and started watching the footage. It was very tedious, but just before I fell asleep, I noticed something that made it crystal clear who the true killer was.


The next morning, I met with Maya in the defendant lobby, 6 minutes before the trial was starting.

“So did yesterday’s investigation turn up anything?” She asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Yeah, I found something that should turn the whole trial around.”

Emphasis on should.

“Oh, that’s great. I’m sure you can do it.”

“Thanks. And by the way, thank you for channeling Mia yesterday. She put me on the right track.”

“Glad I could help. I’m not sure I can do it again though, it was really hard.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure we got this either way.”

Though it sure would help to have Mia here again.

Then the bailiff walked in.

“Defense, the trial is about to start. Please make your way to the courtroom.”

I looked at Maya, and she gave me a happy and hopeful look. I took the defense stand for what I hoped to be the last time for this case. I looked at the other side of the courtroom and saw Edgeworth, sorting his papers with a furrowed brow.

Why is Edgeworth looking so agitated?

The judge entered the courtroom once again. He sat down and slammed down his gavel. The whole room went quiet immediately.

“Court will now reconvene for the trial of Ms. Maya Fey.” He looked at Edgeworth. “Mr. Edgeworth. Your opening statement please.”

“During yesterday’s trial, we discovered that there was a one-hour gap between the autopsy report and the witness testimony. In light of this discovery, I requested that a second autopsy be performed. I present the updated autopsy report to the court as evidence.”

“The court accepts the updated autopsy report into evidence.”

“To sum up the contents, it appears…”

Edgeworth took a quick break before finishing his sentence. I knew what that meant. The results were definitely bad for the prosecution.

“It appears that Ms. Rodriguez was correct yesterday. The murder did indeed occur between 9 o’clock and 9:30 PM.”

“That’s… certainly an interesting development.”

“The prosecution would like to call the boathouse keeper to the stand.”

The bailiff went out and returned with the old man from the boathouse.

“Witness. Please state your name and occupation.”

“I work at the boathouse. I take care of the boathouse. I keep the boathouse in shape.”

Man, he sure likes the word ‘boathouse’.

“Witness, please also state your name for the court.”

“What’s in a name? Who says we have to listen to what other people call us?”

Edgeworth didn’t seem agitated anymore, he just seemed plain pissed.

I wonder what happened to that calm composure he had earlier.

“Your name!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, whippersnapper!”

Edgeworth looked like he was about to reeee so hard that the whole court would go deaf.

“Mr. Edgeworth, is everything alright?” the judge asked with a concerned look on his face.

Edgeworth seemed to regain a bit of his calm composure.

“Yes, forgive me, Your Honor. Now then, sir. Were you at the boathouse three nights ago between 8 and 10 PM?”

“Yes, I was.”

“Could you please describe what you witnessed that night?”
“Well, sure, if I have to.” The old man cleared his throat. “I was just inside my boathouse, doing… stuff. And all of a sudden, I heard shouting outside the window. So I looked outside, and I saw two people arguing. One fella looked really odd, and the girl looked… really odd as well, actually. And then at some point, the girl pulled out a gun and shot the fella. That’s about it.”

“That sounds like a pretty solid testimony. And it also matches with the one we got from Ms. Rodriguez yesterday. I don’t think we need a cross-examination,” the judge said.

What? Is he joking?

“Objection! The defense has the right to cross-examine the witness.”

The judge sighed.

“Alright then. But no pressing trivial matters, like yesterday.”

“Understood, Your Honor.”

Except that pressing trivial matters gave me the only leverage I had.

“Right. Sir, what’s this ‘stuff’ that you were doing?”

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business, whippersnapper.”

We’re off to a great start already.

“Alright then. Let’s talk about your security camera.”

“My camera? What about it?”

“Would you say your camera works alright?”

This is it. The part where I turn everything around.

“I suppose. I haven’t noticed any mistakes so far.”

“When did you have it installed?”

“About a month ago. Maybe a little longer.”

“Is that so? So if it’s not faulty, why is there an hour missing?”

The whole court seemed to be surprised. I was surprised by Edgeworth’s reaction. He watched the security footage as well, so he would’ve noticed it, right? I took advantage of the confusion.

“What’s the matter, Edgeworth? Did you overlook something?”


The gallery was in uproar. The judge slammed down his gavel three times.

“Order! I will have order in the court!”

When it was quiet again, the judge turned to Edgeworth.

“Mr. Edgeworth. What is the meaning of this?”

“I should’ve been more meticulous while examining the security footage of that night. My deepest apologies, Your Honor.”

The people in the gallery were discussing again. The Judge slammed his gavel down multiple times.

“Disruptors of the order will be removed from the courtroom immediately.”

When the gallery discussion came to a close, I turned to the old man.

“Well, sir? How do you explain the one-hour gap?”

“I’ll be damned. Looks like the camera’s faulty after all.”

“I don’t think so. I think that you turned it off.”

“Objection! Our witness had no reason to do such a thing.”

“Objection sustained. Mr. Wright, I don’t believe the witness would want to sabotage his own camera.”

“That’s what I thought too. But if our witness is actually the culprit, his motive becomes crystal clear.”

“Oh Wright, don’t be ridiculous. Why would this man murder Redd White and then frame Maya Fey for the crime?”

“Well, why don’t we ask him ourselves?”

The old man crossed his arms.

“I refuse to testify.”

He can’t be serious.

Edgeworth seemed oddly calm.

“Well, I suppose that’s that then.” He said.

“Oh, come on.”

“If the witness refuses to testify, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

A witness who comes to the idea of pleading the fifth on the stand. That’s new.

“Very well. If there is nothing else you want to ask our witness, Mr. Wright, I will end the cross-examination.”

Crap. This is bad. This is very bad.

Suddenly, a voice. “Hold it!” they shouted at the top of their lungs.

Everyone looked around, trying to find the the person who shouted. I looked over at the defendant chair, and what I saw made me very happy.

“Ms. Fey, you seem… different.” The judge said.

“It’s just your imagination, Your Honor.” She got up. “Excuse my outburst, but this cross-examination is far from over.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Would you allow me to join Mr. Wright at the defense stand?”

“Objection, Your Honor. This is outrageous.”

“Overruled, Mr. Edgeworth. I’ll allow it.”

Mia, in Maya’s body, joined me on the defense stand.

“Now, witness, would you be so kind to state your name for the court.”

She gave the old man a piercing look.

“Alright, fine. The name’s Joe. Joe Wilson.”

That was easy.

“Mr. Wilson, you refuse to testify about why the camera is missing an hour of its footage, is that correct?”


“Would you care to tell us why you won’t testify?”
“I just think it’s none of your business.”

“I see. Moving on, did you know the victim? Redd White?”
“I heard of him on the news when that attorney got killed.”

The old man squinted his eyes at Mia. For a minute, I was scared that he’d figure it out.

“You know, you look a lot like her.”

“I’m her sister, that’s why.”

Nice save, Mia.

“Anyway, so you only heard of him? You never saw him? He never contacted you?”

“Why would he contact me? I’m just a boathouse caretaker.”

The more he says that, the more unlikely it sounds.

Mia turned to me.

“Phoenix, do you know why Redd White never confessed?”
“I don’t know. Did he have a reputation to uphold, or something like that?”

“It’s because they had nothing to put pressure on him. They missed one piece of evidence. Something that you took during your investigation in my office.”

Wait, it’s my fault? Shiiiiiiiit.

“Something that I took? But what?”
And how does she know that, anyway?

“Didn’t you promise you’d figure out what it meant?”

And with that, I knew exactly what she was talking about. I frantically searched my pockets for something that I’d kept with me at all times since Mia’s death.

“Mr. Wright, is everything okay over there?”

“Yes, Your Honor. Everything’s completely fine, just… looking for something.”

At last I found it. A list of names that I found tucked away in the cushion of her chair the day after she was killed. I looked over it, and I found the name ‘Joseph Wilson’ written at the very bottom of the list. I turned to Mia.

“What is this?”
“This was my trump card for the trial of Redd White. I was supposed to prove his corrupt dealings with this.”

Corrupt dealings, huh?

I turned back to the old man.

“Mr. Wilson, you say you’d only heard of Redd White. You never actually saw him or talked to him. Is this correct?”

“How many times are you going to make me repeat the same things?”

I gave him a piercing look. I needed the man to answer my question clearly in order to expose his lies.

“Yes, that is correct.” he said.

“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson. But that is not the case.”

“What are you going on about? I told you, I don’t know the man!”

“Objection!” Edgeworth shouted. “Wright, I will not have you badgering my witness.”

“Sustained. Mr. Wright, you will refrain from badgering the witness.”

“Your Honor, I have evidence that Joe Wilson did indeed know the victim. In fact, I even know his motive for murder.”

“What? You will show this evidence to the court straight away, Mr. Wright.”

I held up the list.

“This list was made by the late defense attorney Mia Fey, in order to expose Mr. White’s corrupt dealings. All of the people on this list were to testify about the illegal deals they made with Mr. White. In exchange, of course, they would receive a lighter sentence. Now, may I direct your attention to the last name of the list?”

The judge looked at the list carefully.

“Joseph Wilson? You don’t mean-?”

“That’s exactly what I mean, Your Honor. The man at the witness stand at this very moment is none other than Joseph Wilson.”

A loud murmur filled the gallery. I looked at Edgeworth, and he seemed to be deep in thought. The judge slammed down his gavel once again.

“Order! Order in the court!”

It was quiet.

“Mr. Edgeworth, what is your opinion on this?”

“The prosecution feels that this doesn’t change anything.”

“How does it not change anything?” I asked.

“Well, unless you want to indict Mr. Wilson for the murder of Mr. White, it doesn’t really matter.”

“That is exactly what the defense wishes to do.”

Well, that was stupid. But nothing to do about it now.

“Phoenix, what are you doing?” Mia whispered.

“I have no idea.”

“Mr. Wright. Really?” The Judge asked.

“Yes, the defense wishes to indict Joseph Wilson for the murder of Redd White.”

“Wright, this must be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

Little does he know that I actually have no idea what I’m doing.

“Mr. Wright, if you really think our witness is the culprit, I assume you have some sort of evidence to prove your claim?”

“Heh, funny thing actually. I mean, do I really need to prove my claim with evidence?”

“In other words, you have nothing?”

“That’s… one way of putting it.”

Both Edgeworth and the Judge shook their heads. I turned to Mia, but she seemed to be deep in thought about how to solve the disaster I created.

“Well, if that’s everything the defense has to say, I suppose we can finally end-”

“Hold it!” Mia shouted.

The judge rolled his eyes, and I was pretty sure I could hear him clench his teeth.

“What is it now, Ms. Fey?”

“The defense requests to take a look at the security footage from the camera near the campsite.”

There’s a camera there?

“There’s a camera near the campsite?” Edgeworth asked agitated.

“Bailiff, contact the head of security from the lake immediately!”

The bailiff left the courtroom.

“Your Honor, if I may?”

“What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?”

“While we wait for the security footage, I suggest we ask the defense what they believe the motive for murder to be.”

The Judge turned to me and Mia, and Edgeworth was glaring at us.

“Well, defense?”
I looked at Mia, and she gave me a nod.

“We believe that Mr. Wilson committed the murder in order to silence Mr. White.”
“Considering their history together, that would seem like a logical assumption.” the Judge commented.

The gallery was in a heated discussion, but the Judge didn’t seem to mind, because he didn’t do anything about it. Some time later, the bailiff returned with the security footage.

“Right. Let’s get to it.”

The bailiff inserted the disc into a computer that was connected to two big screens and a small screen that was on the Judge’s bench. We all watched the footage. It started off quietly. We saw Ms. Rodriguez setting up her telescope, and Maya walking past the boathouse. Then we saw Redd White coming out to the crime scene. He repeatedly checked his watch before Wilson walked over to him, wearing an outfit similar to Maya’s. They seemed to be arguing, though we couldn’t hear what they were arguing about, until Wilson pulled out a gun and shot White.

“Well, that was certainly some decisive evidence.”
I turned to Wilson.

“Well? What do you have to say about that? Or do you refuse to testify?”

“Do I have to insert subtitles for the footage?”

I guess some things just don’t change.

“Is there anything the defense wishes to add before we take Mr. Wilson away?”

At this point, I only had one question for him.

“Why did you try to frame Ms. Fey for the murder?”

“That is something that will be between me and the police force.”

Guess I’ll have to ask Gumshoe later, then.

“Bailiff, escort Mr. Wilson to the detention center.”

The bailiff did as he was asked.

“Now, I know that it’s merely a formality at this point, but will Ms. Fey please take the stand?”

Mia went over to the witness stand, and she smiled at me.

“The court hereby finds the defendant, Maya Fey, not guilty.”

I let out a sigh of relief. It was finally over with, we won. I looked over at Edgeworth, who had the same calm demeanor as always.

“Court adjourned!”

I went to the defendant lobby with Mia.

“Nice work, Phoenix.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Mia.”

She giggled.

“I’m sure you could’ve, but thanks for the compliment.”

I smiled at her.

“Anyway, I should get going. I don’t want Maya to pass out from exhaustion.”

“Wait, before you go…”

I pulled her in for a kiss. It felt good, but also a bit weird. When I pulled back, Mia gave me a very confused look.

“That was a lot more awkward than I thought it would be, I’m sorry.”

I thought she would slap me, but instead she laughed.

“I suggest not mentioning this to Maya.”
“Yeah, that might be a good idea.”

I took a step back, and I watched as Maya turned back to normal.

“Ah, Phoenix. How’d it go?”

I was about to ask why she didn’t know, but then I thought about what Mia said and realized what it meant.

“We won. We got an acquittal.”

“We did?”


“Thank you so much!”

“Thank Mia. She was a really big help.”

“Speaking of, she asked me to take care of you.”

“Take care of me?”

Why would she do that?

“The Wright and co. Law Offices, of course.”

“Did you just say Wright and co. Law offices?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Mia left her law office in my care.

“Yeah. And since I’m your assistant now, I think we should have a less formal way of communication.”

“Do we?”

I like this just fine, actually.

“What do you say, Nick? Ready to smash every case to dust?”

“Sure. Though I’m not sure I like the name Nick.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. Come on, let’s go eat some burgers. Your treat.”

Maya left the defendant lobby.

“Wait, my treat?”

Yeah… She can’t hear me.

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