Part 92: Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes - Investigation (Day 3) - Part 4
Case 5 - Rise From the AshesInvestigation (Day 3) - Part 4

: Oh, you're back.

: You're still here?

: I gotta make 150 copies of these files.

: Brewing coffee, copying files...

: I'm turning into a regular DJ!

: You're a "DJ" as well?

: If I'm not mistaken, I think he means "Desk Jockey."

: ...

: Oh, that DJ...

: I gotta admire your persistency,

: but my answer's still no.

: ?

: I'm not letting you in the Chief's office, period.

: It'd be my neck on the line.

:
(That office is the last crime scene in the SL-9 Incident. I have to take a look in there!)

: There's got to be something we can do to make the Detective change his mind.
And now there is - presenting Edgeworth's resignation.

: ......

: N--no way! Mr. Edgeworth can't be serious!

: Is he ever not serious?

: I can't believe they've pushed him this far...

: Mr. Edgeworth really feels responsible.

: At first I thought he was as cold as ice, but now I know different!

: He trusted us detectives to provide him with sound evidence, but we just...

: we betrayed him!

: Detective...

: ...

: ...

: ...

: That's it.

: I've made up my mind!

: But...

: We can't do that. If someone found out...

: they wouldn't let you off the hook with another lost item report!

: Look at me. It's no secret I'm already out of the loop. After all, I'm friends with Mr. Edgeworth.

: Depending on how this case turns out, I may already be as good as terminated...

:
(What...?)

: So at least let me do this...

: for Mr. Edgeworth's sake!

: All right, Detective. Thank you.
And we get his ID.

: Whatever you do, just don't say that to his face.

: Look, his eyes are half shut!

: Yeah... and his mouth is half open.

: Hey! Each of his shirt buttons is off a notch!

: And he's got the narrow end of his tie in front. ... I think this goes beyond being a "photogenic" issue.

: Here goes, Mr. Wright.

: If anyone finds us now,

: Detective Gumshoe's a goner.

: If that happens, I'm counting on you to bail me out!

: EEEEEEEEK!

: GAAAAAAAAH!
The screen flashes a few times.

: Sorry, I thought you were a ghost.

: I didn't even know you could slap a ghost.

: AAAAH! Detective Gumshoe! What are you doing sneaking up on us like that!?

: I-I-I wasn't "sneaking."

: I was just worried something might go wrong...

: so I came too.
We crumple up the ID.

: Hey, don't do that to my card!

: I heardly ever get a chance to come in here,

: so I figured I'd have a look around myself!

: Besides, we're all in this together now.

: You really do want to get fired, don't you?

: Not if we're lucky. Now come on, let's see what we can find out!

:
(I've got a bad feeling about this...)

: That desk on the other side of the room... Was that your sister's?

: Yes. That's where I was waiting for Lana...

: on that day two years ago.

: Is anyone using it now?

: No sir. This is entirely Chief Gant's office now.

: He practices a strict policy of "preserving the crime scene."

:
(That's a strange reason to leave it there...)

: He leaves it as a warning to everyone else. He wants us to always be alert. He told us so himself at our New Year's party.

: Of course, he was pretty intoxicated at the time.

: I see.

: So ever since Lana left,

: no one ever touches that desk?

: No one except Chief Gant... and the cleaning leady who's in here each morning.

:
(Still, two years have passed since that incident. There can't possibly be any clues remaining.)

: Can I ask you something?

: Sure.

: You only came here to look around, right? Because it's one of the SL-9 crime scenes.

: I mean, that's your only reason for coming here, isn't it?

: ... Why do you ask?

: You don't think...

: Nah!

: You wouldnt be...

: No.

: ...

: No, there's no way.

: Never mind. Don't worry about it.

: Okay. Now then, let's look around a bit more.

: Hey, hold on!

: Not so fast, buddy!

: Huh? What is it?

: When someone tell you "don't worry about it,"

: it's supposed to start bothering you, pal!

: You dont just let it go at that!

: S-sorry.
(This guy's starting to get on my nerves.) Okay, so what's bothering you?

: You two don't think... Chief Gant...

: might be a suspect, do you?

: What!?

: Yeah. Mr. Wright! What do we think of him?

:
(Perhaps it's best I don't divulge my feelings... yet.)

: There he goes, ignoring me again.
Now, let's look around.

: This is the real deal, isn't it? This armor and these weapons?

: Sure is, pal. The Chief doesn't care for imitations.

: First the pipe organ, now this armor... Do you know how many taxpayer dollars must have gone into this room?

: What? You mean we're paying for this!?

: That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!

:
(You don't have any taxes to pay.)

: Ssh!

: Be careful of what you say!

: Who knows? The Chief may be hiding in this armor as we speak!

: I don't think he'd fit in there.

: Even if he did, he'd never be able to get back out.

: Cut it out! You guys don't know how scary that guy can be!

: You can see pretty far from 15 stories up.

: If you were to drop that suit of armor from here...

: At first the Chief wanted to use stained glass for this window.

: Really? Why didn't he?

: They say he changed his mind because he wouldn't be able to see the view.

: Oh.

:
(Stained glass or not, it's a huge window...)

: This is a safe, isn't it?

: "Safe"... that word is ripe with intrigue!

: Uh, okay. If you say so...

: It looks like a code needs to be entered in this panel to open it.
Maybe, but we'll get back to that later.

:
(I'm not sure what will happen if we enter the wrong code. I'd better wait until I find something more definite.)

: A seven-digit number...

: Didn't we see one of those somewhere?

: How about we try entering my birth date?

: Wow! Look at the size of Chief Gant's desk!

:
(Speaking of that, when we were here earlier...)

: Chief Gant!
(He put that paper he was reading in his desk.)

: A list of evidence?

: In most cases the list runs twice as long as this.

: Hey, look at the case name!

: Huh?

: "
SL-9 Incident"! I wonder what this is doing here...

: Hold on, Detective! What did you just say?

: I said, "I wonder what..."

: No, about evidence lists. Normally they're
twice as long?

: That's right. I guess there wasn't a lot of evidence.

:
(A half-sized list of evidence...)

: Most lists...

: run twice as long.

: I knew it! The Chief must be hiding something about that case!

: It would appear so.
There's not much to see on the front of the list, but on the back...

: What is it? Did you find something?

:
(I can't make it out. I'd better keep quiet about it for now.) Huh? Oh. No, it's nothing.

: Why are your eyes moving about like that, Mr. Wright?

:
(I'd better not forget about this picture!)

: The Chief's organ sure is a sight to behold.

: Occasionally we hear him playing it from the Criminal Affairs department.

:
(That's on the 2nd floor, and this is the 15th!)

: When a detective screws up, the Chief calls him to his office...

: and makes him listen to the organ for hours.

: What's so bad about that? Music soothes the soul!

: After that,

: the detective can't hear anything for days except for the ringing in his ears.

:
(So it's an instrument of punishment... literally.)

: But aren't the Chief's ears affected?

: ...

: He never listens to anyone anyway.

:
(That's besides the point...)

: This mark looks like some kind of flower.

: Word is, it's designed after the insignia on the prosecutor's badge.

: "Prosecutor's badge"...?

: What!? They have badges too!?

: The design's supposed to portray the severity of the punishment system.

: Now that you mention it, it does look all pointy and kind of painful. But Mr. Edgeworth never wears a badge.

: That's because he's a sharp dresser.

: A badge like that wouldn't go too well with his outfit.

: So sharp dressers don't need to wear badges?

: I guess everyone just kind of lets it slide.

:
(I don't see how that's supposed to signify severe punishment...)

:
(The day Joe Darke ran out of the questioning room and tried to kill Ema...)

: After receiving his award trophy, Mr. Marshall took a picture here,

: then went along with Chief Gant to question Darke.

: I bet he never knew he'd be dead just a few hours later...

:
(Gee, you think?)

: This was Lana's desk. It sure is tidy.

: Lana's always been a meticulous cleaner.

: There's not even any dust on it! Looks like someone's still keeping it clean. Does Lana ever come back here?

: No.

: Chief Gant must still keep it clean in memory of their partnership.

: They were the stuff legends are made of!

:
(Does he keep it in memory of her, or in memory of the crime...?)

: These shelves are mostly empty. Lana must have cleaned them out when she transferred over ot the Prosecutor's Office. There's a small picture frame on the left shelf.

: Hey! This is when Lana and I went to that theme park...

: ...

: Look at that giant window...

: Makes you want to crash through it and jump outside.

: Uh, this is the 15th floor.

: I know! I was just saying...

:
(Saying what?)

: Ever since making detective, I've always dreamed about doing something like that.

: Note to Self: Detective Gumshoe has a lot of dreams...

: So long as he doesn't go crashing through that window when he gets fired.

: Don't say that!
Next time: The secrets of the safe.