DECEMBER 26 10:24 AM
DISTRICT COURTHOUSE
DEFENDANT LOBBY #4

Somehow, I expected Blaise to try to cut to the trial before I had enough time to fully investigate the crime scene. It was the reason why I woke up as early as possible, and start the investigation. After filling out the paperwork to defend Manfred Von Karma, I was certain that the prosecution would've heard word of this. No doubt he would not be too joyful about having to see my face again. I'm certain he's still angry with me for leaving him the way I did nine years ago.

Despite knowing my past full well, Blaise knew better than to bring it up. I still had concrete and physical proof of what he did to Rachael Newslayday. If he planned on bringing up old wounds, I would just attack back with his own skeletons in his closet. We knew each other really well; so well that we could write novels about each other. Blaise knows that he would not be sitting in the Chief Prosecutor's chair if I had not been promoted as Chief Detective once upon a time.

During our early break time before trial, I used this time to explain to Von Karma about my relationship with Blaise Debeste. This was to avoid breaking Conflict of Interest (1). Even though Blaise and I are on bad terms now, we still had a very long history together. The judge already knew, having judged previous trials with Blaise as the prosecutor and me as his detective working on the case. This would be the first time the two of us would face each other.

"Heh, so, my boss cheated his way to the top thanks to you. I knew he was a fool, but this certainly takes the cake," Von Karma grinned.

"Not a comment I'd be making to my boss, but I suppose I don't blame you," I said.

"Hmph, he never bothered paying me a visit or interrogating me. I was expecting him to at least pull a few insults, while I was behind bars. But no, instead, all I get is threatening messages concerning my so called son."

"Any updates on him?"

"Nothing. I haven't heard anything, since you last spoke with me."

I rubbed my chin, thinking. Something must've happened. Usually, Blaise would often update to make sure everything went according to his plan. Even though he's not a genius, he's certainly the master of manipulation. It was what made the two of us inseparable. He was the one with the influence and money, while I was the one with the brains and planning. I knew he would slip without me, but I never expected it to be this much.

"What are you thinking?" Von Karma asked.

"I'm thinking... something must've happened. Blaise is very influential and manipulative. He had the masses at the palm of his hand. To interrogate you into submission would be child's play for him. To not update you on Miles seems out of character for him."

"Did Miles escape?"

"I don't know. It's possible or that he, at least, has been making escape attempts. My son inherited the best of Rachael and I, my genius and her calmness and will. I remember when I interrogated Rachael, she was very calm, collective, always being three steps ahead of her opponent. She was a force to be reckoned. Just one glare was enough to send chills down your spine. Miles has that glare, calmness and the ability to be three steps ahead."

"Heh, so your dead lover was an intimidating person, more so than Prosecutor Debeste? I find that hard to believe," Von Karma said, crossing his arms.

"That's because you've never met her. If you did, I'm certain you'd have a glaring contest with her," I teased as Von Karma gave me his signature glare.

"Not funny."

"Haha I try. But seriously, I would not be surprised if Miles is giving Blaise a hard time. The last person to give him a hard time was his mother. Blaise feared her so much he tried to have her executed, while she was pregnant with Miles."

"Th-That's insane! I can understand wanting to give the woman the death sentence, but why do it while she's carrying a child!?" Von Karma asked, both horrified and angry. I'll be honest, even during all the trials I've faced against him, I've never seen him this furiously angry.

"Blaise has never been one to care about the lives of children. It shames me that I was once no different from him," I sighed as Von Karma stared at me with shock-filled eyes before giving me a neutral look.

"I have to object to that. You loved your son the moment he was born. It's a normal human reaction. To give everything for the sake of your children is normal. You might be a fool as far as careers are concerned, but as a father, you're probably a better one than me."

"..."

"I'd never give up my career for my children or else I'd have done so by now. I've never spent time with them. The last I've done so was last Christmas. Even so, it was only for three days. I did visit my wife last Valentines Day, but afterwards..."

"You've been solely focused on our trials."

"... you see your son every day. I'm certain he helps you during your investigations. I may never get the chance to tell my family how much I appreciate them. My wife, son and oldest daughter know what I do... the skeletons in my closet, but they were still by my side regardless."

"You're lucky. The last person that loved me like that died, because of me."

"... it wasn't your fault. Certainly, you forged evidence that sent her to court, but you never intended on giving her a death sentence. That was all Debeste. A detective is supposed to find and document evidence. That is all."

"Thank you," I replied, showing a smile as Von Karma humphed.

"Don't make a fool of yourself."

The door opened and Detective Badd entered inside. He gave me a file that read Autopsy Report. He said, "fully updated. I made sure Debeste didn't give a false report after last time."

"Good," I said as Von Karma humphed.

"I don't think he'll try doing that again. He already made a fool out of me once for doing that," Von Karma stated.

"... Von Karma, you were unaware the Autopsy for Isaac Dover was forged, weren't you?" I asked, now suspecting that Blaise tried setting Von Karma up from the start. He stared at me with shock-filled eyes, crossing his arms.

"Debeste told me the police took in the body. It wasn't until you brought it up that I realized the body had not been found. I would have had Detective Badd search for the body otherwise."

"Blaise doesn't trust anyone, not even the people that work for him. I'm sorry for accusing you of forging the Autopsy Report."

"You were doing your job. You have nothing to apologize for, Mr. Attorney. For goodness sakes, you're my Defense Attorney, at the very least put on a smile and show me that valor confidence you always have!"

"Got it," I grinned.

I read the Autopsy Report. The only things that were added were the time of death, which was between 5:19 PM and 5:34 PM. He also died, while passed out, from a bullet to the head, while he was lying face-down on the ground. Afterwards, I placed the Autopsy Report in my briefcase.

"I also ordered a search party for the boy. So far, we have not found him," Detective Badd said.

"Thank you."

"I did receive report of an Abandoned Building where your son might've been kept last night, though it was deserted when we investigated it. I haven't informed Debeste; I don't trust him. This is what I've found so far. I'd keep this in handy just in case," Detective Badd instructed, providing me another set of evidence.

I read through the new evidence found in this Abandoned Building. One was a piece of chewing gum that was found under the table, the second was a dried snot from under the chair, the third was a stove that had been cleaned off except under the stove top that was filled with soot and burnt food, and the fourth was a step ladder that was filled with fingerprints, footprints and dried blood that was property of the District Court. These items were found in the basement of the Abandoned Building. The fifth piece of evidence was a crowbar found on the second floor that seemed to have scratches on the top that seemed to have been used to open a crate.

"Hmph, useless! These prove nothing!" Von Karma argued.

"... the source doesn't think so. Right now, the dried snot, chewing gum and ladder are in the lab to be tested. If any of these point to anyone involved in this case, including Miles Edgeworth, they might lead us to the real killer."

"You think these could help us?" I asked.

"... I'm certain. These have not been submitted to the Police Department... yet. With Debeste, we will need to tread cautiously."

"So, we'll have to wait until we're updated on these pieces of evidence."

"Precisely."

"The trial for Manfred Von Karma will start in five minutes! Time to head to the Courtroom!" The bailiff announced.

"Time to head off," I said to Von Karma, who gave me a smirk.

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10:40 AM
COURTHOUSE
COURTROOM #1

I headed to the Courtroom with Von Karma behind me. This would be one of my most challenging trials yet. I knew Debeste would not pull any punches. Von Karma headed to the Defense's Bench, while I submitted the paperwork to the Judge. Afterwards, I headed to the Defense's Bench with Von Karma sitting on my right. Normally, the defendant would be sitting on my left outside the Defense's Bench, but he was my assistant to the trial just as much as he's the Defendant. It was for this reason why I submitted the paperwork, that and to turn in the documents indicating that my client is aware of my history with Blaise Debeste.

I could hear murmuring behind me in the gallery, while the bailiffs, judge and prosecution made their way to their positions. Once the judge slammed his gavel, everyone stayed silent.

"The court is now in session for the trial of Prosecutor Manfred Von Karma!" The Judge announced.

"The Prosecution is ready, your honor," Blaise said.

"The Defense is ready," I said.

The Judge nodded, then said, "your opening statement, Mr. Debeste?"

"Yes," Blaise replied, getting out his prepared statement written on stapled pieces of paper. "On the day of December 25, a terrible earthquake struck this very courthouse, causing a blackout that lasted for five hours. During these five hours, three individuals were trapped in an elevator that had been airtight due to the earthquake snapping the elevator cord  and causing debris to fall and cover the ventilation of the elevator. These three victims were slowly being deprived of oxygen before passing out at the last moment before the blackout ended.

"After the blackout, one of the three victims, Yanni Yogi, was shot through the head. The prosecution is here to prove to your honor that the one who pulled the trigger was non other than the defendant, Manfred Von Karma. The prosecution will prove that the defendant entered inside the elevator, after the blackout, having seen the three victims passed out onto the floor. The prosecution will prove that the defendant, then picked up the gun that belonged to the victim before shooting the victim in the head while passed out," Blaise announced.

"How terrible! What would drive Prosecutor Von Karma to commit such a heinous crime!?"

"It's simple, your honor. The motive is, of course, the Defense Attorney in the same elevator, who ironically agreed to defend him out of the kindness of his heart, I assume. While Mr. Von Karma had no motive to kill the bailiff, he did have a motive to kill the Defense Attorney he was going up against at the time. You see, during the trial before the earthquake, Defense Attorney Gregory Edgeworth had shown evidence to the court of Manfred Von Karma's extreme interrogation of the victim of the trial, Jeffery Masters. I couldn't allow him to get away with this, so I gave him a penalty on his record. Being angry and hot about receiving his first penalty on his perfect record, he had murderous intent toward Mr. Edgeworth. Luckily, the man had a savior, the mysterious third victim inside the elevator, who turned out to be his child. (2) Being shocked that his child would witness his own father murder someone in cold blood, his aim pointed down to the victim, shooting him in the head. While the murder is accidental, the defendant did arrive with murderous intend and was the one who pulled the trigger, even if it was on the wrong person. Ergo, he should be punished by the hand of Justice!"

"TH-THAT'S TERRIBLE! Mr. Von Karma, how could you?"

"OBJECTION!" I shouted, slamming my hand on the bench. "It is true, my client did intend on taking my life and should be tried for Attempted Murder, but he did not kill or shoot anyone on that day. The defense would like to prove that the murder of Yanni Yogi was by someone else, a fourth party."

"A fourth party? There was someone else?" The Judge asked with shock-filled eyes.

"OBJECTION! Don't be a fool, Edgeworth! There is no fourth party! What proof do you have that there is one!? You don't!" Blaise shouted vigorously.

"The proof is in the pudding or the elevator. You mentioned in your opening statement about there being three victims trapped in the elevator. Those being me, Yanni Yogi and the child you call my client's son. (3) Let me ask you, Mr. Debeste. Where is this child? When I woke up, I was told there were only two victims found in that elevator, me and the bailiff. So long as the child's whereabouts are unknown, we can only assume two things: the child does not exist or the child has been kidnapped by the killer and is currently being held hostage."

"WHAT!?! H-HOSTAGE!?!" The Judge shouted as murders from the gallery grew full of concern. The judge slammed the gavel. "Order! Order, I say!"

"Mr. Edgeworth, you have no proof that Von Karma's son has been kidnapped!" Debeste seethed.

"Then, what do you suggest? That a child would run away from his own father!?"

"Hehe that's certainly a possibility. He did witness his father murder someone."

"HOLD IT! Why isn't there a search party!? (4) According to the Detective, there was not a search party for my client's son. I think this in of itself should bring much concern! My client never filed a report of a missing child, even though he had yesterday and the night before to do so. My client has told me that the child in the elevator is currently being held hostage, ergo he turned himself in and confessed for the child's safety. Considering the child has not yet been found and there is no search party for the child, I have reason to believe this to be the truth," I declared.

"Really? Then, perhaps your client can testify to that?" 

I turned to Manfred, who nodded. We had to keep this going as long as possible until the results come in. I said, "yes. Your honor, I'd like for my client to testify about the kidnapping and how it's connected to this case."

"Ah yes! This does raise concern. Very well, I will allow the defendant to testify," the Judge replied as Von Karma bowed, then left the Defense Bench to sit in the Witness Stand.

"Name and profession," Blaise said.

"Manfred Von Karma, High Prosecuting Attorney of this district," Von Karma replied.

"Yes. Can you testify about the kidnapping of your child?" The judge asked.

"Very well," Von Karma agreed, then started his testimony. "As the prosecution had stated, I did intend on shooting Gregory Edgeworth, but then the child (5) awoke inside the elevator.

"The child noticed my gunshot wound on my shoulder, being I had been shot earlier. The child asked if I was hurt. It's possible he might have assumed someone else had shot me or that he remembered accidentally shooting the gun earlier, resulting in the gunshot wound on my shoulder. I can't be certain.

"I was surprised. Just then, I heard a gunshot by the murderer. I cannot reveal his name, because he has the child.

"The murderer took the child and threatened to kill him, if I didn't turn myself in and confessed to murdering Yanni Yogi.

"At this point, I don't know where he is or if he's dead or alive."

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"OBJECTION!" I stated, pointing my finger. "You said that the child shot you by accident, but the murder weapon does not reveal any other fingerprints on the gun, aside from the victim's." I pointed to the gun on the evidence stand.

"That's because the gun the child used was not the murder weapon. Two different guns were used," Von Karma said. I could hear shocking murmurs in the background.

"T-TWO GUNS!?!"

"OBJECTION! No other weapons were found in the crime scene! There was only one gun found at the scene of the crime! In fact, the ballistic markings prove to have been from the same gun!" Blaise smirked.

"OBJECTION! The burnt markings around the bullet hole that shot Yanni Yogi proves that the gun was shot by a few feet. My client was right near his feet. There would certainly be more burnt markings, if he did shoot the bailiff. We also can't ignore the bullet wound on his left shoulder or the stray bullet hole on the elevator door!" I pointed out, showing a picture of the bullet hole on the elevator door.

"Objection sustained. Mr. Von Karma, may we see your gunshot wound?" The Judge asked. Von Karma nodded, then revealed the patched wound, creating murmurs in the gallery. "OH MY!"

"I have reason to believe this bullet is still inside him and should be tested for ballistic markings. I fit does not match up with the ballistic markings of the bullet that took the life of Yanni Yogi, then this proves not only that the child did use the victim's gun, but that the murder weapon does not belong to the victim and has been forged!"

"WHAT!?! HOW DARE-" Blaise shouted, hot red. He never was any good at controlling his temper.

The judge slammed his gavel, asking, "Mr. Edgeworth, are you accusing the Prosecution of forgery?"

'Not yet,' I thought in my head before answering, "I'm accusing the murderer of forging evidence. After shooting the victim, he used the fingerprints from the corpse to make it seem like the gun belonged to Yanni Yogi when it didn't. From there, he switched the guns."

"I see," The Judge replied calmly.

"So, you believe this real murderer is the one that forged the gun to make it look like it belonged to the victim. Heh, you've grown to be a much bigger fool, Edgeworth," Blaise smirked.

"Then, prove me wrong, Debeste. Have the forensics test the bullet in Von Karma's shoulder to see if it matches the ballistic markings on the murder weapon. If it matches, and it should if Von Karma is the murderer, then it should be of no concern to you," I dared Blaise. He glared at me with eyes full of fire and hatred.

"... Very well. Your honor, I would like a recess to take the bullet out of the defendant's shoulder to be tested," Blaise requested.

"Very well. I shall call a 15 minute recess!" The Judge announced, slamming his gavel before we left to the Defendant's Lobby. This should give us time to get the bullet out to have it tested. I will have Detective Badd keep an eye on things, so that Blaise doesn't try forging the bullet to match the ballistic markings.

Hopefully, maybe we can have the results from the evidence found in that Abandoned Building.

9:57 AM
POLICE DEPARTMENT
CRIMINAL AFFAIRS

I hate to admit this, but if I am going to help Father, I will need help from someone from the Police Department. It will have to be someone that could keep my escape hush hush that isn't under Chief Prosecutor Debeste. My father, having been a former Chief Detective, still has former colleagues that are always out to help him and were with him at his lowest. I decided to go to the two detectives that are always willing to work with Father and I during our investigations.

Dick drove me on his motorcycle on our way to the Police Department to get these evidence checked in. I told him about the two detectives we were going to see. He seemed nervous, but agreed to take me. Don't know why he'd be nervous. Then again, I suppose for a Junior Detective, he must think very highly of these two. They are the best detectives in the district and known to man.

Of course, I had to make sure I was bundled up. It was cold outside. Luckily, this coat kept me warm and toasty. The only thing that showed was the top half of my face and my silver bangs. After parking, Dick walked me to Criminal Affairs. I only unbuttoned the cover mouth part of the coat, so I didn't look like Kenny from South Park. Larry forced me to watch it, so don't get any funny ideas!

"Ah, Dick. Are you looking for Detective Badd?" The Chief of Police asked.

"N-No. I'm looking for..." Dick started, rubbing the back of his neck before pausing. Geez, is it really that big of a deal to see them?

"Is Detective Gant in the building?" I asked, rolling my eyes at Dick.

"Oh yes! He's actually in his office, if you wish to see him!" The Chief of Police replied.

"Thank you, sir!" I thanked him, taking a bow before heading to his office. I knew where it was.

"I'm surprised you know the best of the best Detectives in the district. I mean, I know you said your father used to be a Chief Detective and all, but... still..." Dick replied as we made a turn toward the elevators.

As soon as I faced the elevator, my hands began shaking, my heart beating miles a minute. That earthquake. The shaking. That box. No, get me out! Get me out! Father, help me! He-

"Hey pale, snap out of it!" Dick shouted at me, shaking my shoulders as I felt my body shake. I felt tears pouring out as I shook my head. I felt myself about to curl into a ball as I heard myself pant. "Hey... it's okay. You don't have to..." His voice was calm, but it wasn't enough. I don't wanna go back in there! "W-We can take the stairs, Pal. You don't have to go in there, if you don't want to."

I-I-I don't?" I asked, my voice shaky. Then, I began coughing as Dick held me tightly.

"N-No, you don't. Please, it's okay, don't cry," Dick pleaded. I could tell he was panicking. "Oh man."

"Here, can I help?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

"Please! Can you help me snap him out of it? He says he knows you," Dick asked.

I saw a man with dark eyes in a snow white trench coat. He gently took off my hood, then wipe my tears. He calmly whispered, "take a deep breath. Think you can do that?" I nodded. "Breathe in." I slowly breathed in. "Breathe out." I slowly breathed out. "Keep doing it. In and out." I began focusing on my breathing as the detective unbuttoned my coat, took it off, then held me in his arms.

"Will he be okay?"

"Of course. He is Mr. Edgeworth's son. He just has the case of a panic attack. He'll be back to his normal self as soon as he calms down."

"Thanks, Detective Goodman. We've actually been meaning to see you and Detective Gant."

"Oh? Of course! I'll take you to him. Follow me."

Bruce continued to hold me as he and Dick climbed up the stairs. He then asked, "I've never seen Miles act like this around elevators. Do you know why this is?"

"It's... kind of a long story. That's actually why we came to see you and Detective Gant. We will explain it once we get to his office, but I need you to keep his stay here between us."

"Hm? Why is that? Did something happen?"

"You could say that. All I know is that the Chief Prosecutor seems to have his target on the kid."

"... did you say the Chief Prosecutor? Debeste?" Bruce asked, having paused in the middle of the stairwell as soon as Dick mentioned the Chief Prosecutor.

"Yep, that's the one, Pal."

"... I see," Bruce said. I couldn't read his expression, but he sounded serious. "Greg, why?"

"Is there something between Mr. Edgeworth and Debeste?"

"You could say that, but I'll let Damon explain it. I was only a greenhorn when Chief Edgeworth left the office. Damon was here during all the years Chief Edgeworth was the head of the Detectives. He knows about those two better than me."

"Alrighty!"

"Right this way."

Bruce continued climbing up the stairs. The calmness in the atmosphere was enough to calm me down. By the time we were at the top of the stairs, Bruce placed me down gently, then held my hand, while I covered myself with my coat. We made our way to Detective Gant's office, which was on the second floor and right across from the Interrogation Room. Maybe Mr. Gant will let me play the organ. He always lets me play on the organ when him and Father had a business meeting.

Entering through the doors, we entered into a big office that was purposely made for two. The desk on the right was Mr. Gant's and the desk on the left was Mr. Goodman's. For as long as I could remember, those two often worked together on many cases. Though, they were kinda like roommates than anything and Mr. Goodman was planning on one day having his own office, while Mr. Gant took in a new student and partner. He always enjoyed working with other detectives.

Mr. Gant was sitting behind his desk as he looked up, then showed his signature smirk before eyeballing me. He grinned, then clapped his hands.

"Ah, if it isn't little Worthy, how are you doing?" Mr. Gant greeted jollily as I responded with an angry puffy face.

"I'm not little and stop being a Meanie!" I whined as Mr. Gant laughed, walking up to me, then picking me up. "Hey! Put me down, you jerk!"

"Still showing those icy-cold eyes, I see. You always remind me of your mother," Mr. Gant grinned as I blushed. I hated being compared to Mother. I don't even remember her face. I was an infant when I last saw her and I only know her through a picture Father always kept in his pocket watch.

"You know his mother?" Dick asked.

"Oh yes! Rachael Newslayday. That woman was a beauty. I'm jealous the Chief won her heart. Everyone from the Police Department to the News Reporters tried wooing her, but nothing ever worked. She often glared at them with that terrifying glare and walked away. Yet, the heartless Chief was able to thaw her ice-cold heart. HAHAHAHA! It's like a romantic comedy."

"Can you please stop talking about Father's love life? It's embarrassing!" I asked, blushing redder than a cherry.

"Ah, but it truly was a sight to behold. I couldn't stay mad at Chief forever like Badd. He never did forgive him," Mr. Gant said.

"Really? What did Mr. Edgeworth do? I mean, I know he was a former Chief Detective, but..." Dick asked.

"Damon, I found them downstairs. Miles here had a panic attack in front of the elevators and the Junior Detective says that he's being targeted by the Chief Prosecutor for some reason. He told me he'd explain the story as soon as he met with us at our office. Also, for Miles' safety, we'll need to keep his appearance here a secret," Bruce explained. As soon as the Chief Prosecutor was brought up, Damon's expression changed to some sort of resentment.

"I see. So, Little Worthy was the young boy from DL-6 Debeste is claiming to be Von Karma's son. I knew I smelled a rat and that rat is the devil himself," Damon smirked almost scarily.

"HOLD IT! Prosecutor Debeste thinks Edgey is Mr. Von Karma's son?" Dick said, showing a confused glare.

"So, when they said my father would be in trouble, they were meaning...?" I said fearfully. Is Mr. Von Karma trying to protect Father too?

"HAHAHAHA! So, Freddy has a heart after all. For all the times he always brags about perfection. I suppose even the perfectionist himself will team up with his rivals for the greater good," Damon grinned, while clapping joyfully.

"Could you tell me about Mr. Edgeworth's relationship with the Chief Prosecutor? From how Mr. Goodman reacted, it seems like they have quite a history."

"Indeed. In fact, Mr. Edgeworth was the Chief Prosecutor's detective and partner in crime so to speak," Damon smirked, using a bit of tongue and cheek.

"What do you mean?"

"You know those rumors flying around about Prosecutor Von Karma about forging and withholding evidence?"

"Yeah. It's kinda bizarre."

"Really?" I asked. I never heard about that, but I suppose the tabloids will come up with anything. Then again, I don't know anything about Mr. Von Karma.

"Imagine that and multiply it by 10,000. That's how it was with Chief Edgeworth and Chief Debeste," Mr. Gant replied with his serious facial expression and tone. I never heard anything about that! He smiled at me. "I'm guessing your father never told you yet, did he? He did say he'd tell you everything when you were 15, though I'm assuming he has mentioned a bit about his old job and your mother."

"... he said he'd tell me about Mother when I was older," I muttered. Did Father do something bad?

"Yes, well, your father has made many mistakes he regrets. Your mother was one he considers his greatest regret and not just because he couldn't save her."

"... does it have anything to do with why Debeste is chasing me?"

"No. At least, not now, but if he knew you were your Father's son..." Damon said, showing his dark smirk. "let's just say it would become very personal."

"... tell me. Whatever Father did, I can handle it," I promised. If I want to save Father, I have to be strong. Father always told me that people make mistakes and no one is perfect. A Defense Attorney's job is to save their clients from the worst kind of punishment and to give them a second chance.

"I shouldn't, but... it does seem like your father might be in significant amount of trouble and this might be brought up, so..."

"Well, what's going on with Debeste and Mr. Edgeworth!" Dick asked impatiently.

"Calm now. Before I get to that, you must understand their history. See, they've known each other for a very long time, since college even. Even then, Chief Debeste was always a cheater. He and Chief Edgeworth used their teamwork to get high in their careers, Debeste's money and Edgeworth's genius. At the time, both of them wanted nothing more, then to be high in the ranks. Chief Edgeworth was born from poverty, so Debeste's money and influence earned him the best schooling and education money could buy. I'm certain your father told you as much about your grandfather's... problems," Damon explained. I nodded.

"Father says Grandfather is a drug addict. He's on parole. Grandmother and Aunty hate us," I said. I smiled. "It's okay, I have Father and Father has me."

"Indeed, but at the time, he only had Debeste. He was the only person your father trusted wholeheartedly. They were inseparable. Even though they participated in a lot of forging and illegal activity, they could not be  any closer. They were the platonic version of Bonnie and Clyde."

"Is that why Detective Badd hates him?" Dick asked.

"Partly. You see, their teamwork got them to the top, but that also gave them more power to do shady business. One of them was manipulating evidence to help win their cases. That is... until a certain whistle-blower caught them with their hand in the cookie jar, that whistle-blower being News Reporter, Rachael Newslayday. She was no genius, but she was calm, collective, sneaky and had a strong will. She was a force to be reckoned," Damon continued. I sat and listened with widened eyes. I never knew Father was like that; and Mother exposed him and Debeste?

"Wait, but didn't you said they fell in love?"

"Oh, I'm getting to that. See, Chief Debeste realized what Miss Newslayday did and decided to make sure she was out of the picture for good, if you catch my drift. In other words, he planted a series of murders, then had Chief Edgeworth plant falsified evidence to frame Miss Newslayday. Of course, Chief Edgeworth didn't know Chief Debeste was going to give Miss Newslayday the death penalty, but..."

"F-Father did that... to Mother?" I asked in horror. I mean, I was expecting that maybe Father made some mistakes he didn't like to talk about and he was always dodgy about Mother, but...

"That's why he didn't want to tell you, until you were older. He planned on turning himself in by the time you were 15 and sent to a Boarding School. He knew the stature of limitation would be running out before you turned 18 and wanted to make the best in raising you."

I was too shaken to respond, hugging myself. To do such a horrible thing. Father must've been so afraid to tell me. I don't know what I would do, if I had caused someone to die like that. Then, he planned on turning himself in for his crimes. No. Why Father? I don't... (6)

"So... what happened afterwards?" Dick asked, his voice growing quiet.

"... Rachael was interrogated by Chief Edgeworth. Through that interrogation, she was able to convince Chief Edgeworth that Chief Debeste was hiding things from him. At first, he didn't believe it, even cursed her for it. But then, he realized that Chief Debeste had not only planned on pinning her for a series of murders she never committed, but that the one creating those murders was him and planned on sentencing that woman to her death."

"Then, it wasn't Father's fault! Debeste was the one that sent Mother to her death, not Father!" I argued.

"Tell that to your father. Believe me, we've told him your same argument. He still blames himself and even claims that had Chief Debeste admitted he was the real murderer and planned on taking your mother's life through a Death Sentence, he would've agreed to it wholeheartedly. He only fell for her due to that conflict with Chief Debeste hiding things from him and  using him like a puppet. Your father felt alone, having no other friends in the world, then leaned on to your mother for support. It is why he decided he was going to do everything in his power to save her. He even tried to lengthen her sentence by having a child together."

"WHAT!?! That's crazy!" Dick shouted.

"Father was trying to save Mother, even creating me inside Mother to do so."

"It wasn't enough. Unfortunately, Debeste isn't like Von Karma. He didn't bat two eyes when knowing the woman was pregnant with child. He would have her executed while she was five months pregnant. Had your father not fought that case for custody rights and proved she was with child, you wouldn't be here, Little Worthy. It's why he became a Defense Attorney. He wanted to protect you and your mother. Unfortunately, even as a Defense Attorney, nothing in the law gave him a way to save her. He wanted to turn himself in to save the both of you, but that would mean he would have to give up his badge and pray to god she found some sort of Defense Attorney that Debeste didn't set up to make sure you both were taken. He had to agree to allow the Death Sentence and raise you, until you were at the age where you could take care of yourself and live a better life."

"That monster! He would be willing to take the life of an innocent child, even before he's come to this world!"

"Some people are like that, Dick. They don't care about the lives of anyone, not animals, plants or children. They only care about me, myself and I. In Debeste's eyes, Young Worthy here is just an obstacle he has to get out of the way in order to keep everything that matters to him. I thought having children would change his mind like it did with Chief Edgeworth, but even having a son didn't change that. He uses his child just like he used Chief Edgeworth. That's going to bite him someday, I can assure you."

"Good then," I said, feeling anger boiling inside me. I looked up at the two men and teenager, who flinched once they saw how angry I was feeling now. "I'm going to make sure Debeste doesn't hurt Mr. Von Karma the way he hurt Father! Father is fighting with everything he's got to defend Mr. Von Karma. So, I'll help him. Dick and I investigated the Abandoned Building Debeste's men kept me hostage in and found some evidence that needs examining. I'd like for you to get these to the lab and bring them to Father when he appears on trial."

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" Dick grinned.

"HAHAHA the apple truly doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm sure if your mother were here, she'd be very proud," Damon said as I felt myself blushing again.

"I'll get Detective Badd to investigate the building," Bruce said with determination.

"Could you tell him it's from an anonymous source?" Dick asked, worrying about me.

"I'll tell him to report it, but I will have to inform him it's from you. I'm sure he'll make sure you're involved in this as little as possible."

"Thanks a lot, Pal."

Dick gave his backpack full of the recorded evidence we found to Bruce, who looked them over. My clothes were the last he took out. Compared to the rest of the evidence, my clothes would have to only be delivered to Father after being examined. (7) I looked up at Damon with wide and fearful eyes.

"What's going to happen to Father?"I asked.

"Your father is going to fight for Von Karma's innocence. We'll have to investigate and examine these pieces of evidence. Since the trial is going to start at 10:45, we'll have to give him what you and Dick recorded from your gatherings. It won't be approved yet, but it should give your Father something to grasp. If there's anything you need me to help with, don't hesitate to ask."

"I accidentally shot Mr. Von Karma on the shoulder with Mr. Yogi's gun. It's not much, but maybe it can help father, if you can find a way to remove the bullet and examine it for ballistic markings."

"Hmmmm good thinking. As soon as your father mentions the bullet, I will have the forensics team help dig that sucker out. We can bring it to the lab as soon as possible. Of course, we will need permission from the defendant and he is protecting you. As long as he believes you're in Debeste's hands, Chief Debeste will be sure to use that against him."

"Th-Then... is there a way I can let him and Father know that I'm okay?"

"Hm... perhaps. It's up to you, though."

"Hm..."

11:35 AM
COURTHOUSE
DEFENDANT LOBBY #4

Von Karma and I headed to the Defendant Lobby, after the Judge called for a recess to remove the bullet from Von Karma's shoulder. Hopefully, this bullet will give me some results and will not be a problem. There is still Blaise holding my son hostage and I can't say if he will hurt Miles or not. I had to be careful with my speech in court. If I slip up and reveal that Miles is my son and not Von Karma's, there is no telling what that man will try to pull with me. I need to be the strong Defense Attorney for my client no matter how stubborn or unreasonable he is.

Von Karma sat on the couch, his arms crossed with his thinking expression. I poured myself a cup of tea to relax myself. With my son in danger, I needed to ease some of my stress. I turned to Von Karma with a smile.

"Tea?" I offered.

"Sure. No sugar or cream," Von Karma replied as I poured him some tea, then gave it to him.

I sat next to him, looking over the files and evidence before hearing the door open. My eyes widened once I realized who was behind those doors.

"HAHAHAHA! It seems like you're in quite the pickle, Mr. Edgeworth," Damon laughed, clapping like a jolly clown. Some things never change.

"Damon?" I exclaimed.

"What are you doing here, you disasterly fool!?" Von Karma asked, showing his dumbfounded glare with sweat pouring down his face.

"Awww, that's not the way to greet someone Freddy, especially considering the state you're in," Damon smirked. He always knew how to keep everyone in their place, while also using that jolly-like-Santa-Clause persona. "You're lucky Mr. Edgeworth here is willing to defend you after what you've been putting him through. Fake Autopsy and that recording of your interrogation with Jeffery Masters. I can tell you from experience that he can show you a good interrogation that would make that little spiff between you and Masters look like a Saturday Morning Cartoon. HAHAHAHA!" He laughed and clapped as Von Karma stood in silence, while keeping that glare to try and show he wasn't intimidated. It was clear that he was. Damon wasn't wrong though, I probably could give Von Karma's interrogation with Masters a run for his money.

"What brings you here, Mr. Gant?" I finally asked, cutting to the chase.

"Oh, yes. Actually, I was watching the trial from the gallery. Hearing what happened in that elevator, I figured you might need some help, so I lent some. I believe you mentioned something about needing that bullet removed from your client's shoulder?" Damon asked.

"Y-You can't be serious!" Von Karma finally said, clutching his right shoulder.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't be the one removing the bullet. I have brought the forensics team here with the equipment necessary to take out the bullet."

"You think I would let someone hired by a clown like you to open me up like some lab frog!?"

"It's up to you. Of course, if you truly don't trust, you could always ask your lawyer to do so. He is also trained in... opening body parts," Damon grinned devilishly. I hate it when he does that.

"Mr. Gant, is it really necessary to joke about that?" I asked, feeling irritated. I trust Damon and am thankful for all his help before and after my departure as a Detective, but he can seriously be trouble at times.

"I'm serious. Freddy isn't very good with trusting anyone, not doctors, scientists or even his own servants, if he has any," Damon laughed, clapping jollily.

"OF COURSE I DON'T HAVE SERVANTS!" Von Karma snapped, snapping his fingers. "What's the point of having servants, if you can't prove your worth in cleaning your own household!?"

"Now, there's a statement I haven't heard in nine years. You really are something else, Freddy. But, I don't think you want to damage your own body just to dig a bullet out of you or mess up that one piece of evidence that can save you. If you can't trust the forensics team, I can always bring the equipment and Mr. Edgeworth here can do the work. You certainly trust him to defend you in court. Maybe you can trust him to be careful with your body with his strong... capable... hands," (8) Damon said, deepening his smirk as Von Karma turned slightly red, shaking. I think Damon gave him a mental image and I'm impressed Damon could give him that without getting a salary cut. Then again, Von Karma is on trial.

"Well, I'll say this much, I can always trust you to put my client into silence with your offhanded jokes," I smirked slightly as Damon laughed, clapping his hands.

"I try. But anyways, will you allow the surgical removal of the bullet, Freddy?"

"I will if you stop making such foolish jokes! They're NOT funny!" Von Karma glared. I had to control myself from laughing. I think Von Karma has finally met his match.

"Hahahahaha! Very well. How would you like it removed?"

"... ngh. I... suppose... Mr. Attorney, do you know how to surgically remove items or... bullets?"

"Yes," I replied.

"My Attorney will perform the surgery. I can't trust any evidence to someone that could be working for the opposition."

"Fair enough. I'll have the forensic steam bring in the equipment. Normally, this wouldn't be allowed by a Defense Attorney, but considering his previous work, we'll make this an exception. Also, Debeste will be watching, so be on your guard."

"Thank you," I said as Damon smiled, then left the lobby.

"That man irritates me! Was that joke even necessary!? I'm a married man for goodness sakes!" Von Karma shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I'll admit, he can be quite troublesome, but he means well. He's just trying to cheer us up in his own way."

"Hmph, foolishness, if you ask me."

"Do you have anyone that you trust? Like friends?" I asked.

"Of course! My wife and children are the important people in my life I trust with my life!" Von Karma bragged proudly. "The Von Karma's have always been a proud family, since my grandfather. My son is an excellent Detective. I often have him investigate for my cases. My wife stays at home and cares for our children. Even when I'm gone for long periods of time, I can always rely on her to take care of our wonderful home."

"That's amazing. What about your parents? What are they like?" I asked curiously.

"My father was an Athlete, Germany's best Football player, in that country they call Soccer Football. I always enjoyed watching him defeat the opposition as a young lad," Von Karma replied, feeling proud and the happiest I've ever seen him be. "He's the one that taught me what it means to be perfect in every way. To always strive to be the most perfect YOU you can be."

"Is that why you always try to achieve perfection?" (9)

"Yes. Unfortunately, because of my father's perfect record, one of the opposing team coaches sent the mafia after him. Killed him in cold blood. I was a witness to it."

"... I'm sorry."

"Don't. It's why I became a Prosecutor. When that man was brought to court, I attended as a Witness. I gave my truthful testimony before that man's so called Defense Attorney scrapped my testimony and called me unfit. From there, that killer was given a Not Guilty verdict and got away with his crimes. Afterwards, my father's entire team was murdered one by one before that man was finally pronounced Guilty."

"..."

"I suppose my methods are unorthodox, but no one can just trust just anyone with something as crucial as proving a defendant Guilty or Not Guilty. Murderers always have motives, reasons to kill, and it's always personal. They will try everything in their power to get away with their crimes, even going passed the stature of limitation. To allow them to be proven Not Guilty may save the defendant, but it will allow more Witnesses' testimonies go unchecked and they will live with that pain and guilt all their lives."

"..."

"I don't regret anything I've done... except one thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Becoming the very man I hated and almost making that boy suffer the same fate as me. (10) There's no greater suffering than watching your father die before your eyes and knowing he will never come back. It's even worse when you believe in your own heart that you could've done something to stop it, even if you were only a fearful child that would've been killed if you did do something," Von Karma admitted, closing his eyes. I knew what he was doing. He was trying not to cry and this was enough to make me want to cry myself.

I smiled, placing a hand on Von Karma's as he looked at me with bewildered eyes. I said, "Miles is stronger than you think. What happened to him was not your fault and neither was your father's death." There seemed to be doubt in his eyes. "Also, I forgive you. In fact, I forgave you the moment I became your Attorney."

Von Karma stared at me in shock, then glared before muttering, "foolish."

"I believe someone once said in court there is no cure for a fool."

"Indeed. But, perhaps I'm a bigger fool. The very man I tried to kill has become the very person I'm trusting more than anyone else outside my family."

"Is that your late Christmas gift. I'd take that over a bullet."

"Hmph, I forgot it was Christmas yesterday. Merry late Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too," I replied. For the first time, I could see a genuine smile behind those lips.

The door opened and behind it were two forensics scientists with the lab equipment I needed to perform the surgery. Damon arrived with his signature smile as I washed my hands in the nearby bathroom, then placed on the surgical gloves. Manfred laid down on the couch, glaring up at the ceiling.

"Let's just get this over with," Manfred muttered, putting on his tough stance.

I put on the surgical mask, then a net over my head before getting out the tools. I told Damon, "thank you, Damon. I can't tell you how grateful I am for what you're doing."

"Hahahaha don't be so humble, Mr. Edgeworth. It's only fitting I'd help you after all you've done for us. The one who seriously owes you is that man over there. You're too kind of a man."

"I don't think we're really that different from each other, honestly," (11) I replied, looking back at Manfred, who just continued glaring at the ceiling. After hearing his story, I don't think I'll ever see him as my true enemy anymore.

I walked over to the couch, removing pieces of clothing from the shoulder before carefully removing the dressing. Just as I predicted, blood was slowly trickling. Luckily, I can barely see the bullet there. I will have to try to carefully remove it. Though, I'll have to try to numb the wound a bit, so I placed some ointment around the wound. (12)

"I'm going to try numbing this a bit, but it's going to hurt," I warned Manfred.

"Just get it out. I will live," Manfred said.

After shooting in some numbing liquid with a shot needle, I got some forceps and used it to open the wound slightly. That was when Manfred started cringing in pain. Carefully, I got a good grip on the bullet. In one single motion, I pulled the bullet out of the wound as Manfred began screaming sickly in pain. I quickly dropped the bullet inside an evidence bag before redressing the wound.

"I'm supposing that's the piece of evidence you plan on using, Edgeworth?" I heard Blaise ask.

I turned and faced him. He was watching with the forensics scientists, as Damon had warned me. I replied, "yes." I turned to Damon. "I trust you'll be handing this to the lab to find any ballistic markings."

"Certainly," Damon replied, showing his signature smirk. "In the meantime, I've got the results from the investigation from the Abandoned Building."

"What's this about an investigation?" Blaise asked, his eyebrows furrowing. (13)

"We received word from an anonymous source about an hour before the trial that the missing child of DL-6 was spotted at an abandoned building at Plaintiff Street. Since it involves a kidnapping, we investigated the area right away and have found some evidence proving he was held there hostage."

"I was never told this."

"Strange, I believe the Detective of the case was supposed to have informed you. Then again, I can't blame him for... not trusting you with this case," Damon smirked devilishly as Blaise glared at him with threat.

"Don't think your salary can be saved because of this."

"I'm not the one who should be worried. Cut my salary all you want. One man was bold enough to leave his badge on your desk and the rest of his paycheck. That kind of thing doesn't go by without repercussions. Many of us don't trust you, Debeste. No cuts on our paycheck is going to change that or heal any wounds brought upon us. Detective Badd is now starting to see the truth."

"... I never liked you."

"HAHAHAHA! Pity," Damon laughed, clapping jollily.

"What are the results, Mr. Gant?" I asked my former colleague.

"Ah yes, I made two copies for the Prosecution and Defense Attorney. It's just been approved by the Police Department. It seems our kidnapper doesn't know how to hide evidence."

While Damon was laughing and clapping his hands, I could see Blaise glaring at the evidence files. I read over the files. My face turned pale as soon as I saw the results for the chewing gum and fingerprints on the window of the Abandoned Building. No... it couldn't be... why? I looked up at Blaise and he seemed to be hiding a deep smirk. Did he set these pieces of evidence? Was he trying to frame them?

"It looks like I'll be on my way. Good luck with the trial. Hope things go swimmingly," Damon replied, shaking my hand, then Blaise's. While my hand was being shaken, I felt a piece of paper being transferred to my hand. I made sure to keep it hidden in my pocket until Blaise left. Damon left after waving us goodbye.

"Good luck, indeed. You say your client's son has been taken. Has he mentioned the name of said kidnapper or killer?" Blaise asked with that sickly smirk.

"He has, though I'm honestly not surprised." (14)

"I am. He's not someone to trust anyone, let alone defense attorneys. He's not as gullible as you, dear Greg."

"..."

"Where is he? If you hurt him, I swear..." Manfred threatened, grabbing a hold of his wounded shoulder.

"Or what? You'll turn me in? It's one thing to allow this fool to know about your son, your life is in his hands and he can opp out at anytime, but I won't be so forgiving if it's outside this room. Besides, who is going to believe a fool like you that is known for forging evidence or even this one who has quite the history of it," Blaise smirked with eyes full of fire. I felt my hands shake, head boiling in anger.

"I'll make you pay for this," I promised.

"Oh Greg, dear Greg, it was your fault for being so easily trusting of others. From the moment I found you on those deserted streets, all it took was just a small crumb and you went after it like a starving pup. You were willing to do anything for me and for what? Over a single. crumb," Blaise smirked devilishly as I tried to gain control over my anger. He was right. Back then, I would have done anything for him. I was stupid and gullible. "Perhaps it was my fault. Had I told you about Miss Newslayday's fate, you would have followed me like a lost puppy. You only turned on me, because your eyes were opened to the gullibility, trusting idiot you are. Perhaps being a Defense Attorney does suit you better."

"You're the bigger fool! Edgeworth might be a fool, but he's brilliant and you would not have your worthy position if not for his genius. I've noticed you're starting to slip, Chief. Perhaps it's because you no longer have your genius detective as your precious puppet," Von Karma smirked as Blaise glared at him with threat.

"I'd be careful with your words if I were you, if you ever wish to see your child safe and sound," Blaise glared with eyes full of fire.

"Where is he by the way? Mr. Von Karma claims he hasn't heard any updates and I'm interested in receiving updates about the boy," I asked as Blaise glared at me intensely. So, he doesn't know, does he? Then, he covered it with a smirk.

"I can assure you he is fine in my capable hands. I will make sure the child is safe so long as your client doesn't get his Not Guilty verdict and keeps his mouth shut."

"You would do it. You would harm a child," I seethed.

"Perhaps... Who knows? Maybe your client's child won't be the last. Now, that I think about it, I haven't seen your child in some time, dear Greg. How is that bastard child of yours?"

I could feel my anger boiling again. I can't let this man get to me no matter how much it hurts. Blaise chuckled humorously before making his way out to the door. He said, "I'll see you both in court," then closed the door behind him.

"That... ugh," I groaned, sitting down before drinking my now cold tea.

"Don't show that man weakness. He will only use it against you," Manfred warned me.

"I know... I know," I muttered, sighing as I looked at the door, making sure no one else was coming in, then retrieved the note Damon gave to me. I read it:

https://youtu.be/mSl0Yjmp4BI

To Father,

I'm the anonymous source, Father. I'm alright and I have a friend with me that's looking out for me. Also, Mr. Gant and Mr. Goodman are helping too. Please, get Mr. Von Karma a Not Guilty verdict! It wasn't him! As for the evidence on the gum and dried snot, it wasn't them either, but I'm certain they know something. Get them to the Witness Stand. Tell Mr. Von Karma to stay strong and not give up.

My clothes are being examined, so wait for when they come. The same with the ladder. These will be your two decisive evidence. I just know it! It's taking a while, because these two are the only ones untouched by Debeste. Don't let him getaway with falsifying evidence! He's trying to put the blame on Mr. Von Karma. You will need to prove those two weren't the kidnappers. I know you can do it!

Your son,

Miles Edgeworth

P.S. Mr. Gant told me about Mother. If you have to turn yourself in to stop Blaise, then it's okay. Don't worry about me. I love you. (15)

I felt tears build up in my eyes as Manfred took the note and read it. Miles. Miles is alive and okay. I can't express how grateful I feel right now. I do wish that Damon would've kept his mouth shut about Rachael, but I can understand why he had to tell Miles. I can worry about that later. Right now, I have to be strong, both for Miles and for Manfred. Miles has to be terrified after everything he's been through and yet he's working so hard to stay strong. I couldn't be more proud of him.

"Stop that. A lawyer isn't supposed to cry until it's all over, fool!" Manfred glared.

"Sorry. I'm just... happy, relieved that Miles... he..." I said, showing a real smile as Manfred sighed. I could see a relieved smile upon his lips as well.

"That boy is brave. He almost reminds me of my younger daughter."

"I bet she's wonderful," I chuckled, then looked at the results for the chewing gum and dried snot from under the table and chair. I groaned, "looks like I'm about to open a can of worms. Time to call some witnesses to the stand."

I read over the results for the evidence brought out. The DNA of the chewing gum belonged to Raymond Shields and the fingerprints on the window of the Abandoned Building belonged to Tyrell Badd. I knew deep in my gut that Blaise had somehow left this to scapegoat them. They would never hurt Miles in anyway. Still, these pieces of evidence found their way to where my son is somehow, ergo they know something about DL-6 they're not telling me. As Miles stated in his letter, they somehow know a truth that has yet to be revealed. I'll have to get them to the Witness Stand.

Though, the one that got me was the results of the dried snot and a piece of hair that was found on the gum. The piece of hair belonged to Phoenix Wright and the dried snot belonged to Larry Butz. (16) I sighed on that one. Those kids have got some explaining to do.

AFTER STORY NOTES:

1. In the state of California, it's required that if the prosecution and defense attorney have a relationship outside of the courtroom through family, blood, adoption, marriage or a long history of friendship, that they are to reveal the contents of this relationship to the judge and defendant before the trial. To not reveal this would break Conflict of Interest. Now, this does not apply to the Japanese Courts, but I thought it'd be interesting to add this in there.

2. Keep in mind that Blaise is going up against someone that witnessed the scene of the crime. He can't just go around pretending there was no child in the elevator. Not only can Gregory attest to that, but also the defendant Manfred Von Karma and Raymond Shields. There are also security cameras outside and inside the elevator before the blackout to prove there was a child. If Blaise was going up against an attorney the state hired, Blaise would play ignorant, but because this is a former colleague of his that was a witness to the scene of the crime, he's going to play it safe. So, even bringing up Miles' kidnapping is expected.

3. Even though Gregory is playing along with Miles being Von Karma's son, it's not to say he's going to say outwardly that he is. This will later be used to his advantage.

4. Gregory is using lawyer words. When he is talking about Miles in the elevator, he calls him "the/a child," but when referring to Manfred Von Karma's son, he uses "my client's son/child." There is a search party for Miles Edgeworth, but not one of Manfred Von Karma's son. Again, Gregory will use this to his advantage later on.

5. Manfred Von Karma is being careful with his words too, especially during testimony.

6. Miles is realizing that while what his father is doing is right and fair, he also doesn't want to lose his father. In fact, due to the events, he might end up losing him. Basically, Gregory planned on turning himself in for being an accomplice to Rachael's murder (and yes, it is considered murder what Debeste did). In other words, there's a good chance that this story's version of DL-6 might happen just like the canon version, but painted a different color. Instead of Miles losing his father to murder, he loses him to being imprisoned for life or executed for his past crimes.

7. The reason Miles' clothes are not going to be brought out yet is to protect them from Debeste's eyes. By revealing the clothes, that would mean that Miles is at the Police Department and didn't just call the police to examine a crime scene.

8. Gay joke of the day that will leave you mentally scarred. You're welcome.

9. In other words, to achieve perfection doesn't mean to never make mistakes. It means to do the best you can do, be the best you can be and to achieve your very best. If you have worked hard in building a house with your blood, sweat and tears, and it is uneven in certain areas, you have achieved perfection. If you naturally build a house perfectly with little to no effort, then you are a foolishly foolish fool that brags about something you have no worth bragging about. That's what Manfred was taught by his father. Many times, corrupt ideas stem from good ideas that have been been ruined by immoral ideas. I'd like to think the Von Karma perfection was one of those.

10. In this story, Manfred is finally realizing that he is no different from the man that killed his father. His father was murdered, because he bested the opposing team. Manfred attempted to kill Gregory for the same reason and almost scarred his son in the same way he was scarred as a boy.

11. After hearing Manfred's story, Gregory sees himself in Manfred Von Karma. Manfred was a man, who lived a corrupt life and had caused great hurt upon someone he loves or cares about. It may not be the same kind of love, but Manfred still cares deeply about Miles like how Gregory cared deeply about Rachael.

12. Btw, do NOT try this in real life. If you're shot, go to your local hospital to get it removed or stitched.

13. While Blaise did intend on the Abandoned Building to be investigated, he had thought that young Miles and his savior would call the police right away or file a police report. He still doesn't know that Miles is Gregory's son. Had he known, he probably would've taken extra precautions to keep a closer eye on Criminal Affairs. Though, because he believed Miles to be Manfred Von Karma's son, he didn't expect Miles to go straight to trusted detectives that he knew personally or detectives other than Badd (Dick Gumshoe did shout aloud that he was a Junior Detective, thus hinting his identity).

14. Gregory is subtly admitting that he knows Blaise is the real killer and kidnapper. Since it's only just the three of them, he knows Blaise will not harm Miles, even if he thinks it's Von Karma's son.

15. Miles is sending his father a letter, so he doesn't have to hold back to save Manfred Von Karma. He's also telling him that if Gregory has to turn himself in to stop Blaise Debeste, then he should. This is very hard on Miles, because he doesn't want to lose his father. By telling his father this, Miles is willing to sacrifice his wants to save Manfred Von Karma.

16. DANGIT, LARRY! And, Phoenix too!?