Pick your favorite room to be in, the voice said in the back of his mind.
He didn’t want to pick a favorite, he couldn’t. He had been in too many unpleasant rooms. Like the large rooms full of crowds and corrupt prosecutors. Like his own office, where he lost a good friend and promptly gained another in her place. Like the one he stood in right now, staring down at the empty space where a body used to be. These rooms always felt uncomfortable. A presence still lingered in this room. Something hung in the air and clung to his skin. It was the same every time.
Without warning, something touched him on the shoulder. He jumped up and spun around. Maya stood behind him with a surprised look on her face.
“Calm down, Nick. You’re acting like I’m a ghost or something,” she said.
“What were you looking at?” she peered around him to look down at the floor.
He stepped to the side so she could see, “Nothing. I was hoping something would appear.”
“So you were looking for a ghost!” she accused
“Ghosts don’t exist. I was looking for clues,” he said in his defense.
“You’ll never find anything staring at the floor.”
pal!” What are you doing here?” Maya and
“My job,” Nick mumbled.
“Hello, Detective Gumshoe,” Maya greeted.
“I was given strict orders not to let you in here,” Gumshoe said.
Gee, seems to happen every time someone dies
in this town,
“Please. You two should leave. I’m about to lose my job. I can’t afford it,” the detective pleaded.
He did feel for Gumshoe. He knew what it was like just scraping by to live. He nodded twice, “We’re not leaving, but let’s step into the hall.”
three of them filed out and
“We are not leaving. We are going back into that room to look for clues because we have a case to make. Now, which prosecutor sent you here?”
“That would be me,” Miles Edgeworth said joining the small group.
“You are not going back in there. You have seen enough,” Edgeworth said.
“Lying is not your strong point, Wright. How you get away with is in court is beyond me.”
“He’s not lying,” Maya said. “He just stood there and stared at the ground.”
“Edgeworth, you can’t keep me out of that room. The defense is allowed to gather evidence, just like the prosecution.”
shook his head, “You were in there already. I’m sure you’ve gathered enough.”
He turned to Gumshoe, “Let the forensic team go in. I want to see the room
myself. Also, get extra policemen up here to keep these two out. You can
personally escort them outside.” Edgeworth smiled at
left them alone on the sidewalk in front of the apartment building where the
crime scene was located.
“Nick! How could you let them throw us out like that? You’ll lose for sure tomorrow,” Maya said.
Good to know you believe in me,
“While you think, let’s go get some burgers. There’s a good place up the street,” she looked hopeful.
He shook his head, “Not now. It could be too late by the time we finish eating.”
pouted. He tried to ignore her. A person’s life was at stake, a person
He stared up at the building. There had to be something they could do to get past the extra security. If they were lucky, Edgeworth and Gumshoe wouldn’t be there and they could lie their way in. Now he had to hope Maya would work with him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took out some money and handed it to her, “Here. Go get a burger if you’re hungry.”
She greedily took the money. As she put it in her pocket she looked up at him. Guilt seemed to be the underlying emotion she was fighting off, “You’re not coming with me?”
He shook his head, “Save me something if you can. I have something else I need to do.”
nodded and bowed slightly in thanks. She turned and bolted down the street.
He turned back to the building. He took a deep breath then walked back inside. No one stopped him in the lobby. He decided to avoid the elevator. The sounds could attract attention. So, he took the stairs up to the fourth floor.
was a single officer by the apartment he needed to get into. He didn’t
recognize this guy and decided to try something. Casually,
“Can I help you?” he asked as the defense attorney approached him.
“Is anybody in that room right now?” he pointed to the room, its door wide open.
officer’s eyes wandered down and spotted the badge on
Oops, missed something, he fought not to touch his jacket. “Is there any way I can get into that room?” he pressed on.
The officer shook his head, “I cannot let you in without permission.”
“I don’t think I can do that. You’ll have to wait downstairs for someone to get back.”
“Enough, Detective. We will not discuss this matter any further.”
“Hey!” the officer posted outside protested. He banged on the door.
Nick could hear Edgeworth and Gumshoe run up. “What happened?” the prosecutor asked.
“That man just ran inside and locked the door!”
Still sounding calm Edgeworth continued, “Then use the key and unlock the door.”
“Who gave you the key?” Edgeworth asked.
“The manager. He gave me his copy and we weren’t able to find the tenant’s copy. We think the murderer took it,” Gumshoe said.
The anger was beginning to rise in Edgeworth’s voice, “So, we can’t get in unless we break the door or find the key you lost?”
“Sounds about right, sir.”
“Then use your head and get this door open!”
short time he had, he was able to shove a few things that could possibly help
him in his pockets. Then the first crack sounded from the front door.
It seems they were able to get in, he thought as he closed the window.
He didn’t wait to hear what they had to say and he bolted down the fire escape. He jumped the final rail and landed on the street. Nick went to run but couldn’t go anywhere. “Damnit!” he hissed. It turned out his jacket got caught on a part of the ladder. He pulled on his blue jacket to get it loose. It ripped a little, but he was free.
He finally took off and made it to the main street where he ran right into somebody. He let out a yelp then clamped a hand over his mouth. It was Maya. He fought an urge to hug her.
She had both of her hands over her heart, “Nick! You nearly scared me to death. What have you been doing?”
“Exercising. C’mon. Less talking, more running.”
Where are we going?”
He didn’t turn around or stop. Instead, he kept running and hoped the only place he saw Edgeworth was in court the next day with no proof he had been in that room.