The trial resumed, both sides giving it their all with the new evidence uncovered in yesterday's investigation. The case was tricky, but eventually, slowly but surely, it began to shift in favor of the defense.
Franziska couldn't believe she was losing here. She had all the same evidence Wright did, and they were equal a moment ago. Wright was just making the evidence click in ways she couldn't, finding ways to make the scales shift. She was even starting to suspect that Chef Wilson guy... No. Ramirez was the killer. She couldn't let Wright lead her into the wrong. It was her job to convict this murderer!
She stretched her whip out over her head. (She didn't know why, but she always did that for some reason. Force of habit.) "You expect us to believe this chef killed a customer like that? Preposterous! On what grounds did you make this utterly foolish accusation?"
"On these grounds." Phoenix pulled out the victim's wallet. "This piece of evidence tells us that the victim wasn't a customer at all, but a food critic in disguise!"
"What? Let me see that!" Franziska demanded. The baliff brought it over, and she looked inside. "This... This is-!" Why hadn't Edgeworth looked through this properly? She felt a pang of sadness upon thinking about him, but she dismissed it. He had full notes on it, and specifically said it had no relevance! Had he even looked inside?
Phoenix smirked confidently. "This wallet-" He pointed to the chef, who was wringing his hat between his hands nervously. "gives our Chef Wilson here a motive! With all the evidence, you can't say he wasn't our real murderer!" He shouted.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Screamed the chef. (The chef was a loud man, so his scream left everyone's ears ringing for several moments.)
"Did you REALLY have to do that?" Franziska asked under her breath.
The baliff took him away, and Franziska had started whipping Phoenix. After being told off by the judge, she simply whipped the floor instead of arguing. (She liked whipping the floor. It was a nice hard surface, so it made a nice big sound, and didn't shriek in pain. That usually ruined it.)
"Well. Now that that's settled..." the judge said. "I think I ought to announce a verdict. Anyone else want to say anything? Miss Von Karma?"
"This is ridiculous!"
"So nothing, really." Somehow, the judge had gotten less tolerant of the prosecution. "I pronounce the defendant, Alvo Ramirez..." Franziska nodded at Gumshoe in the crowd.
-NOT GUILTY-
Confetti flew everywhere courtesy of the detective.
Franziska left into the prosecution lobby, and started whipping the floor again. Her lobby was usually a lot less crowded than the other one.
She made a decision then and there. She knew her brother was alive. She just did. And she was going to wait for him... No matter how long it took.
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FanfictionA Phoenix Wright Fanficion I don't own the cover, as per usual. FranziskaXEdgeworth I wrote this when I had no clue there was a thing called "consistency" and "timeline" and such so don't complain about inconsistencies That's just how Kayley and I...
