Having heard the words out loud shocked me back into reality. It was true, it just didn't seem that way. Maybe because it hasn't ever happened in the history of the world.
"How are we going to prove it in court tomorrow, though?" I asked.
"I could always ask Ghastly to let us into the police files. Maybe there will be records of it," Mr. Morix suggested. "An amnesiac girl who recently vanished..."
"If she has amnesia at all," Niamh frowned.
"Huh?" I gasped, my eyes wide. "What are you saying?" I asked as Mr. Morix walked out of the room, most likely to call his boyfriend-I mean what.
"Do you remember how her behavior went from quiet to angry in court?" Niamh continued. "I believe it's because we angered her enough for her to slip up.
"So all we're really looking for is a girl who disappeared the morning of December 8th," I concluded.
"That seems about right," Niamh nodded. "I won't be able to come with you to investigate, but I should be okay for the trial tomorrow."
"I'll tell you if we find anything useful," I told her.
Mr. Morix returned to the room, cell phone in hand. "We're all set. The Quintet, currently Nevada, and Ghastly will be meeting us at the evidence room."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" I exclaimed, finger pointing at the door.
//December 10, 2029. Evidence Room, 4:37 PM//
Chief Prosecutor Bespoke and Nevada were already there when Mr. Morix and I arrived. Nevada was hitting her bat against her hand. "I swear, I will freakin' MURDER anybody who-" Nevada began, only to be cut off by Chief Prosecutor Bespoke.
"Ah! Cotoli!" he smiled, turning to face his boyfr-why do I keep doing that?! "I'm glad you came!"
"I have... Business to attend to here," Mr. Morix told him simply.
"What's up with Nevada?" I asked, pointing towards the fuming girl.
"She's been like this ever since this case came up. She won't say why, either," Chief Prosecutor Bespoke frowned. "Sora and I have ben asking her, but she won't say a word."
"I heard my name," came a familiar voice. Prsoecutor Lin peered around the corner before walking in and taking a position next to Nevada. She wrapped her arm around her adopted daughter. "What's this about?"
"We're investigating a girl who disappeared on December 8th. Do you know anything about that?" I asked.
"Come to think of it..." Prosecutor Lin began. "I was in my office when this brown haired woman in all black came in. She handed me an envelope about a girl who ran away that morning. The girl wasn't named in the file, though..."
"A brown haired woman in all black?" Chief Prosecutor Bespoke repeated. "Ms. Lesa!"
"This is just further proof of her being the victim," Mr. Morix said.
"Is this true...!?" Nevada whispered.
"If our logic is correct, then yes. The witness is the victim in disguise," I answered.
"I... I have to go do something!" Nevada exclaimed, dashing off to do... Whatever it is she does.
"That was oddly out of character," Chief Prosecutor Bespoke commented.
"No duh, Ghastly!" Prosecutor Lin hit him in the arm with the back of her hand. "This case must be seriously screwing with her brain... Nothing else would explain her behavior."
"Let's just check out the files to see who Ms. Lesa could be. We know that she's the victim, but if there was another person who vanished December 8th like Sora says, there's a possibility that the victim had another persona," Mr. Morix said.
"I can go grab the file if you want me to," Prosecutor Lin suggested.
"It could be useful," Chief Prosecutor Bespoke agreed. Prosecutor Lin nodded in reply and dashed off to grab the file.
"If all of them were the same person, that begs the question: why? Why in the world would the victim feel the need to fake her death? Why return as Ms. Lesa to give false testimony?" I wondered aloud.
"She said the culprit wasn't the defendant. Maybe she doesn't want your client to get a guilty verdict," Chief Prosecutor Bespoke suggested.
"Then why hasn't Ms. Lesa named a culprit? There's no reason for her to hide who tried to kill her," Mr. Morix whispered darkly.
"I'm back!" Prosecutor Lin exclaimed, bursting back into the evidence room. She handed Mr. Morix an open envelope. "Here it is."
Mr. Morix pulled a file out. "The file says she was deemed missing around 6 AM the day of the crime."
"6 AM was about when the crime took place!" I exclaimed.
"Then it's true. The victim, the disappeared girl, and Ms. Lesa are one and the same. There is no other explanation," Chief Prosecutor Bespoke concluded.
"Yeah. And the victim would have a head wound just like Ms. Lesa's. She's been wearing gloves and a scarf as well, perfect for covering strangulation bruises and a wrist cut," Mr. Morix continued. "The victim also wore glasses, and as far as I can tell, Ms. Lesa has glasses as well."
"The evidence against her is seriously piling up," I commented. "Now, if only we could go explain all this to Lily... Too bad visitors' hours are over..."
"I'll get you in. I'm the Chief Prosecutor," Chief Prosecutor Bespoke grinned.
//December 10, 2029. Detention Center, 5:14 PM//
"Lily!" I exclaimed upon entering the visiting room.
"Yuri!" Lily gasped. "Are you okay?! I heard you got hurt in the firt!"
"I'm okay," I replied. "But I have been doing some snooping regarding the witness."
"What did you find out?" Lily asked.
"There was a girl who disappeared the day of the crime. I believe that this girl, the witness, and the victim are the same person," I explained.
"The victim had two identities, one Eileen Liyle and the other unknown. One was assaulted and the other vanished the same day. Their true identity undertook a false disguise to find the real culprit," Mr. Morix continued.
Lily's eyes went wide. I get the feeling she knows something we don't...
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Ace Attorney: Web of Mistrust
FanfictionPast and present seem to have more links than Niamh Tenniswood thought. When a prosecutor turns up unconscious, having been assaulted, a case from two years prior, the trial of Yuri Rinko, resurfaces. Behind the scenes, the Chief of Detectives, a my...