A Greatest Thieves Turnabout

Chapter Five: The Byrdes and the P's

9:15 PM, same day.

Meanwhile, Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth was trying to reason with the officer to let him in to investigate the scene, as he wanted to see where Kay was. But he kept getting the same stone faced response of, "Not unless you're planning to prosecute".
Edgeworth was beginning to grow anxious about Kay's disappearance. Normally if something like this had happened, she would either, A, be the one blamed for it, or B, stand outside and talk her little mouth off with one of the officers. And in this case it was neither. Did she get taken as hostage? Was she tied up somewhere, unable to shout for help? Could she have even been the victim to this heinous murder?
All those thoughts sent chills down his spine. He wanted to make sure she was alright but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to search the crime scene unless he accepted the case. Of course this didn't exactly fit into his schedule but what could he do when his assistant had gone missing?
He looked around, hoping that maybe she was just being questioned as a witness but in the group of two or three witnesses being questioned, she was nowhere to be found.
The prosecutor sighed, turning to face the police man.
"Fine. I'll take the case. But just so I can investigate."

The officer quickly scribbled something on his clipboard.
"Great! I'll find a night guard to accompany you on your investigation-"

Edgeworth shook his head.
"Oh no, I don't need assistance, thank you. I am fine on my own."

The officer smirked.
"Sorry but you can't do that this time. A print just got stolen so we can't just up and trust anyone, or something else will get stolen! We're on super high alert so everyone inside has a night guard accompanying them. I'll have one come over in a sec."
He muttered something in his radio while Edgeworth simply stood there. He wasn't in much of a position to complain or else he'd be deemed suspicious as well. But at the same time he didn't want some random night guard getting involved in his personal business. But alas, he had to suck it up and deal with it.

Soon enough, a lady, most likely in her early twenties, dressed in a night guard uniform pranced over. Her brunette hair was cut in a messy bob, pinned back by hair clips. Oval shaped glasses adorned her petite face. She immediately saluted Edgeworth.
"Maggey Byrde at your service! I'll be accompanying you on your investigation!"

The officer glanced at Edgeworth, the look on his face almost saying, "Have fun!" As sarcastically as a glance could, and walked away. The prosecutor rolled his eyes, directing his attention back to the night guard. He knew her already, as she had shown up in a previous case of his. Of course she wasn't the best person to work with but it could've been worse.
"Oh, good to see you Ms. Byrde. It's been a while since we've last met. I trust you've been well?"

Maggey nodded happily.
"Yeah! I've been rather well as of late. How about you, Mr...."
She stumbled on his name, as if she had trouble trying to remember it.
Edgeworth politely chimed in,
"Edgeworth. Prosecutor Edgeworth. And I've been fine as well."
It was rather strange that Maggey couldn't even remember his name but he had better things to worry about. Such as Kay's disappearance.
"Let's get going now. There's so much to do and so little time."
The prosecutor walked inside, Maggey running to catch up.
"Will do!"

As the two walked through the entrance hall, they couldn't help their eyes being caught on every single detail of the room. The museum seemed way bigger on the inside than the outside. There were huge polished stone columns rising up to the ceiling, which felt like it was miles away. Every so often there was a large painting or two hung up in between the columns, making the place seem like a palace and not a museum. Edgeworth was the most impressed, since the only thing that every really came close to this type of architecture was the von Karma mansion. Maggey didn't look as impressed but she was still looking around, as if she was looking for something in particular but couldn't put her finger on it.
"Hm.... where could Kay have disappeared to... if the whole museum is just as large I could be looking for her for a week!"
The prosecutor muttered, his dress shoes making little taps on the polished tiles of the floor. Maggey stopped and turned to face him.
"Kay? Who's that? I don't think I've met her..."
Edgeworth stopped as well and looked away, still scanning the hall.
"One of my assistants. She was here when the murder took place."