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Elizabeth's P.O.V
Hi, my name's Elizabeth Scarce. Well, at least, that is my fake name. It’s kind of a long story. Let’s start with the most important part. I’m a detective at the local precinct in Japanfonia. I've been in the force for about two years but I try not to stand out. However, today is my first day as a stand-alone detective. I can now work for prosecutors and stand in court to present the basic facts of cases. That being said, you may be wondering what hotshot prosecutor I got. Well, actually I didn't get one of those. But looking at the papers I got, I wish I did.
"Um... Chief. Is this really who I get? I'll take anyone else, I swear." I've been asking for the past hour and I am practically begging now. "Oh, come on. You two will be great together. How about this… Try it out and then you can come talk to me after that. Sound okay?" The Chief reasoned. I let out a long, exasperated sigh. "O-okay... Yeah, I can do that." The big man gave me a smile and patted me on the back. "That's the spirit!" I put on a fake smile and gave a salute. “Sure thing," I said. Then, I walked out of the room, grumbling to myself. *Well might as well head home for the day *. So that's what I did. After 2 days I get a call. "Detective, please report to People Park for this murder case." I headed out. Today is the first case and the first time being face to face with my prosecutor.
-At People Park-
I walk around checking the crime scene, confused as I could ever be. Apparently, I was called later than I was supposed to be and they already found someone as a culprit. *Why call me if you already found one!?* Though, honestly I would be okay with who they put in if it made more sense. *Why did they arrest her, she's clearly innocent* I asked this to a few police that are at the crime scene and said that the woman's fingerprints were on the weapon. *that doesn’t mean shit. What if she had meet the night before and didn’t clean the knife? I mean-they had no motive. She even had an alibi. *'But her fingerprints are on the weapon. So she must be the killer!' I get more and more frustrated as time goes on. "Found something detective? You look troubled. Want some help?" A very sarcastic voice said to me. I turn around to face my prosecutor. "Oh, hello," I say happily. *this might not end well but I'm not going to be the one who sours it. * She looks at me and puts on a clearly fake smile. "You know you should be more professional when talking to your superior, don't you agree?" She tilts her head and gives me that wolfish grin. *So, it’s going to be one of these days* "Oh, sorry." I shake my head and take a nice deep breath.
"Hello, Prosecutor Basil, nice to finally work with you!" I stick my hand out. *Maybe we can start a new page...* Basil waves me off and says with the most underlying anger ever, "No... The pleasure is all mine." *...Or maybe not. I should really stop trying to be hopeful, it never works. * "Oh, of course." I retract my hand and start looking over the 'evidence' we have. After about an hour of me explaining what happened and why we arrested who we arrested. *and why I thought it was a terrible decision. Which I’m positive she ignored* "Well this seems an easy case for me," I clenched my jaw. *What? …but that’s not what should matter. Getting the right person...You never cared about that before* "Well I have to prepare for the case. Make sure you guys don't screw up." She said, still fake smiling. *Why are you acting this way? You aren't like this to anyone else but me. All of the sudden you want a verdict when you don't really care about it. Why do you keep hating me after this long? * I kept all those thoughts in my head and nodded, then heading to the precinct. After looking at files all day for the case, I noticed something. I still didn't think she was the culprit, no matter what 'evidence' they had. (Which isn’t much). So I did what most detectives probably shouldn't do and went to see her at the detention center.
-At the detention center-
"Hello. I would like to see Ms. Spense” I said, holding tightly to my phone. I'm not used to being here without my detective gear but wearing a hoodie and sweat pants, trying to blend in a bit more than normal. "Sure. She’ll be in that room in a moment." I nodded and said my thanks, going into the room and sitting down in front of the glass. Just like the man said. Then, at the desk, a few minutes later, I see Ms. Spense on the other side of the glass and she’s looking pretty worse for wear. Her dark chocolate brown hair is a bit ragged and greasy and she has heavy eye bags and looks super distressed. "Hello." I started, putting on a weak smile and wave. She looks up at me a bit surprised. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice raspy and a bit horse. *when was the last time she had a drink of water? * "Oh. Whoops!" *I should have probably started with that*
"My name’s Elizabeth Scarce. I’m actually a detective." She gives me a deadpan look. *Oh. Detectives put her in here. Duh! * "If you're worried, I'm not here to place blame or any of that. I just wanted to ask you a question I would like you to answer me as honestly as possible. And it's only one question, for now, I swear." I put my hands up in a surrender like motion. She seemed to relax if only for a second. "What do you want?" I look her dead in the eyes. "Did you kill your husband?" She moved back in her chair. It seemed that she was about to cry. "You can say no. That’s okay. I just want you to be truthful. Please." I cross my fingers. *Please let me be right* She takes a deep sigh, tears bordering her eyes. "No. O-of course not" she starts crying. "He was my everything. I loved him so much. Sure we got into arguments but nothing serious I swear! When I heard he died, I couldn’t believe my ears. He was just...just so caring...so loving. I never wanted him to die." She choked out. I looked at her for a few more seconds, then I smiled. I started writing on a sheet of paper.
"Here." Ms. Spense loomed at it then back at me. "What is that for?" I gave her an honest smile a replied. "Your lawyer" Ms. Spense eyes widened. "M-my lawyer. But no one wanted to defend me." I chuckle a bit. "Well these lawyers have been through a dry spell lately and they are pretty good at their job. As long as your innocent they’d love to help you." She started to cry even more. Before she calmed down and asked, "Why are you helping me." I look at her. "To be honest I’m the detective for this case but I was too late for when they chose who they thought the culprit was. I don’t believe it was you. So even though I will be at the stand in two days I'm only doing it on the side of the police. But if I got to choose the side I was on, I would be defending you if I could. So a little give a take you could say. And before you ask. No. They aren’t bad lawyers and I'm not trying to knock your defenses down." *I know too well what that's like* "So please, they will be here tomorrow. Let them help you." She started to cry quietly again and nodded. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you so much." I nodded and stood up, heading towards the door. "Don’t worry about it. Remember. If your innocent the truth will come to light."
I left the building where the moon was out and went to my car. The moment I got to the car I called a number. After two rings the person on the other line picked up. "Hello!... I know. I know...well sure...hey I got something to ask of you...heh...well I have a case I want you to defend. Think you guys are up for the challenge?...heh heh...yeah yeah...whatever you say...I’ll see you tomorrow...bye..."