Miles Edgeworth: Ace Attorney Investigations: Trinity of Justice

Chapter 4: Turnabout Railway - Part 4

January 2 12:15pm

iRail Express Train - Compartment Two

Kay and I followed Ms. Smith to where Niamh was being held. She used a key to unlock the door with a 'click' and it swung wide open. Ms. Smith stood aside to let us through.

"Hey, Niamh!" Kay cried. "We're back!"

I was expecting an angry outburst or sarcastic comment, but none came. Bewildered, I stepped into the compartment and scanned the room. Eventually, my eyes fell on a figure, collapsed in a chair.

(Perfect: just when we need her, Niamh is asleep... *sigh*)

"I guess today's been really weighing on her..." Kay wondered. "Should we come back later?"

I raised my eyebrow. (... I know exactly what Niamh trying to do. I thought she dropped her dirty tricks...)

I put one finger to my lips, signalling to Kay to keep quiet. She nodded in response. I lightly crept over to where Niamh was 'sleeping'. When I was close enough...

"NIAMH WOOD!" I yelled.

"OHSWEETGODDESSOFLAWITWASN'TMEISWEAR!" She jumped up, her glasses falling off her face.

I grinned to myself while Niamh regained her composture. She looked rather dazed until she finally found her glasses and replaced them on the bridge of her nose.

"Finally awake, are we?" I taunted.

"Oh, come on! That so wasn't funny!" Niamh cried. "I was... I was sleeping!"

"No, you weren't! You were faking it, hoping we would leave!"

"...!" Niamh sighed. "Fine. You win. What do you want?"

"I want the truth: were you wearing your gloves at the time of the murder?"

"Yeah... I always wear 'em. Why?"

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~Niamh wearing gloves~

Niamh says she was wearing her leather gloves when the crime occured. That means she couldn't leave fingerprints on anything all day.

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(Ah-ha! I knew it!)

"There were deep bruises on the victim's wrists." I told Niamh. "These were most likely made during the struggle between victim and killer, thus holding the killer's fingerprints. However, if you were wearing your gloves at the time of the murder, then you couldn't have possibly left those fingerprints!"

"Oh!" Niamh exclaimed. "Soo... am I allowed to go yet?! Am I finally free?!"

*NOT SO FAST!*

(Hmm?! It's...!)

I slowly turned around to meet the stone-cold eyes and the cocky grin of a certain Interpol agent.

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"A-Agent Lang!" I exclaimed.

Shi-Long Lang is an Interpol agent, boasting the highest arrest rate out of the rest of the agents. We've had a few run-ins in the past, which was exactly what I was expecting this time.

"Agent Who?" Niamh asked.

(Of course: she doesn't know him.)

"Been a long time, Mr. Prosecutor." Agent Lang said. "You interfering with my crime scene again?"