Ace Attorney: Secrets beneath Secrets

The Falsified Turnabout, Part 10

April 3

Courtroom No. 3

11:00 AM

Deirdre Brigit

"Whose fingerprints were in the bottle?" Chief Prosecutor Bespoke asked hurriedly. I got the feeling he already knew the answer, and I was sure I knew who it was as well. Mr. Amstepse was seeming incredibly suspicious, and if things went as I was hoping, then this trial would end in our favor.

"The fingerprint belongs to one Gusuthrou Amstepse," Mukuro declared, holding up the envelope for all to see. "Feel free to look over the results for yourself. It's all written right here."

I didn't even bother walking over to her to pick up my copy. Instead, I smirked and shook my head. "If you ask me, this is very important evidence... I wonder, how would his fingerprints have gotten on the inside of the bottle? Surely it wouldn't be since he was using the cyanide to poison the victim... Granted, not even the defendant's fingerprints were found inside. How could he have gotten the powder out without touching the inside of the bottle? And yet, Mr. Amstepse's prints were found inside," I mused, tapping my pointer finger against my chin. "It really does make you wonder, huh?"

I could see Mr. Amstepse starting to sweat. He looked angry, like he was ready to snap. I shook my head once again. "Mr. Amstepse, surely you have some form of explanation as to how this would occur. If you don't mind my asking, would you be alright with sharing this information with the court?" I asked, faking innocence.

Mr. Amstepse slammed his fists against the witness stand in anger. "Shut up! Stop accusing me of things when you have no proof! How can you be sure I committed this crime?! Come back to me when you have some real evidence! I'm sick of all your accusations!" he shouted. 

"This is evidence enough to show that you had something to do with the poison. You were seen leaving the crime scene. You were caught on tape by a witness. Your testimony has been proven to be unreliable. On top of all that, we now have official evidence that you were at the scene of the crime making use of the murder weapon. If you ask me, that's enough proof for us to shift our suspicion away from the defendant and turn our attention towards you. What do you have to say to that?" Chief Prosecutor Bespoke asked, crossing his arms.

Mr. Amstepse began to breathe heavily in his anger. His face was turning red now. I could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. I found myself taking a small step backwards in my shock, even if part of me knew it wasn't going to do much of anything. He was starting to worry me. I had seen witnesses get irritated before, but this appeared to be on a whole other level. Granted, it wasn't like Mr. Amstepse had been anything similar to a typical witness up to this point... It gave me a bad feeling I didn't know how to put into words.

Before I could fully grasp what was happening, Mr. Amstepse yanked his hat off and began to tear at it. In a matter of seconds, it was on the ground in pieces. He was yelling the entire time. However, I wasn't really paying attention to the hat that was now discarded. I was looking instead at the side of his head.

There was a large, prominent scar going down the side of his head. I had no idea what it could have come from, but I didn't like it. 

His hair was shown to be black, fading out to blonde at the edges, once his hat had been removed. His eyes were brown, something that had also been hidden by the hat up to this point. The scar upon his face was terrifying, and I felt my heart beat a little faster. Something deep down told me that we were no longer looking at the Gusuthrou Amstepse this man had introduced himself as. I couldn't tell you what explained that to me, but I was almost sure of it.