Ace Attorney: Secrets beneath Secrets

Turnabout Below, Part 10

May 30

Detention Center

3:45 PM

Cotoli Morix

When we got to the detention center, Polly unfortunately wasn't there waiting for us. I let out a small sigh and shook my head, sitting down in the chair in front of the glass after pushing a second seat over for Victoria. "Looks like we have a moment to breathe before getting into the next big thing," I remarked.

"Yeah... I'm glad that we have at least one chance to pause before getting into the thick of things. So much has happened already, and I don't want us to get overwhelmed," Victoria told me next. "I wonder what we'll do after we finish talking to our client. Do you think the others will be finished with trying to find out more about that picture by that point?"

"I hope so, because I can't think of anything else that we would be able to do at that point. You know, unless a random witness comes out of nowhere," I replied. "It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to see if we could talk to Ms. Quell again. I don't know if she'll have anything else to tell us, but it wouldn't hurt to see just to be sure."

"I agree," Victoria nodded. "For now, all we can do is wait for Prosecutor Burke... I hope nothing happened to her since the trial. I mean, I doubt anything could given that she's in here under lock and key, but... You know, the thought is there."

"I almost wish something had happened to cure my boredom of this damn place."

I looked up upon hearing that familiar voice. Polly appeared in the doorway and started to walk our direction. She sat down in the seat on the other side of the glass, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. The frown on her face was unmistakable, and I didn't think I had ever seen her so upset in the three years that I had known her.

"How have you been doing?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer was something along the lines of 'miserable'. It was impossible to be in a setting like this without feeling upset, dreary, or overall fuzzy. Everything blended together in a matter of minutes, and it was exhausting to barely see any color for so long.

"I could be worse," Polly replied bluntly, though I knew that was her way of deflecting away from talking about her feelings. I had learned a lot about her over the years we had worked together, and one of the main things I had discovered was that she hated talking about her emotions more than most things that crossed her path.

"We wanted to ask you if you had any ideas for us after what happened in the trial today. We still have a lot to do in our investigation, and we thought you might be the best source of new discussion points," Victoria told her. "With that said, can you think of anything we should keep in mind?"

Polly paused for a moment, clearly thinking over Victoria's words. It took a moment, but she eventually let out a sigh. "I can't think of anything off the top of my head... However, I can say one thing. That picture of Marcus Moore... I hadn't seen it before the trial. I didn't even know there was a picture of him out there to be accessed in the first place, but Ghastly managed to find one and pull off a miracle. Imagine my surprise when he showed up with something like that," she said.

"I see... Well, is there anything about the picture that struck you as odd or strange? We're trying to learn more about it as well, and any details would help us out a lot," Victoria explained.

"I feel like I've seen the man in that picture before. I don't know where, but he's familiar to me somehow. Ever since I got back from the trial, I've been trying to figure it out, and it's frustrating how close I am to realizing the truth. It's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't seem to grasp it fully," Polly frowned. "I don't get it. I just wish there was something out there that could point to who this man is. I mean, I know he's Marcus Moore, but I don't think I know him by that name. There has to be something more to it, but I have no idea what it could be."