You think back on the facts of the case that you've been able to gather so far.
You know for a fact that the killer was one of the people locked in with you during the event. Up until now, you'd assumed that it was someone who had yet to have been voted into a cell. However, what if they were already locked away? After all, there was nothing that would have prevented other deaths from other killers after the initial murder. Yes, that must be it.
The Killer had already been locked away by the time the killings stopped.
But which of them had done it? While you'd identified the mob affiliations of four of the people with you, and those who hadn't been locked away had obviously been innocent, there was nothing that said the Killer was someone you'd recognize in a lineup. But wait, what was it Maya had said earlier? Something about...ah, right!
The victim dropped a novelty clock.
Well, you'd dealt with those before! Who would have thought something like that would come back to haunt you? Clearly, the clock involved was the statue that had been used as a blunt weapon - or at least, it looked very likely to be.
The statue killer was the Killer.
That was it. That had to be it, the case didn't make any sense otherwise. Who else would have had the chance to steal if off of Pohr Ghai's corpse?
"Ms. Turner, if you'll ask the bailiff to bring an up-to-date report on the statue that was found, I believe I can tell you who the killer was within the hour." You smirk, hands on your hips and chest thrust out. "In fact, I'll go so far as to say that they'll find not only who the killer was, but that it was a clock as well!"
Turner raises an eyebrow. "Is the fact that it's a clock really so revelatory that it needs to be mentioned, Wright? It was used to brain people, not tell the time."
"Indeed it is, and let me tell you why." You flip through the court record until you find the page you're looking for. "As you'll recall, Maya said that, during our imprisonment, she channeled the original victim, Pohr Ghai. He seemed to be a remarkably unfortunate fellow, but there were a few interesting tidbits here and there; namely, that he'd had a novelty clock." You look up, in time to see Turner look stressed. She picks up her own notes. "Are you saying that-" "I am, Ms. Turner. The man who killed poor Benita Antidy was in fact the very same who killed Mr. Ghai! And when the result come back, I think that you'll find..." You raise your voice, making sure the whole courtroom hears "that the statue was used by none other than Condy Lure!"
The Judge gasps, then slams his gavel. "Bailiff! Get the results on that statue at once!"
***
"It looks like the statue is, indeed, a clock." Turner sighs, brow furrowed. "The blood matches Mrs. Antidy's, but there's no fingerprints on the statue. How can you prove it was Condy Lure?"
You blink. Well, you suppose, a member of the mafia wouldn't go around killing without something to cover up his tracks. Still, there's more than enough other evidence. "For one thing, there's the fact that the statue stopped being used immediately after Lure was put in a cell. Immediately after that, people started to be murdered with brute force, rather than with the statue. Additionally, there's the reason Pohr Ghai came to the country in the first place: to meet a long-lost relative." You shake your head. "Now, you tell me, why would a man in the mob, with an obviously fake identity, want to avoid someone with family ties?" You think you see Turner start to reply, but you cut her off, relishing the chance. "Because it makes him vulnerable! Once they know
who he is, they can find out whatever they want to about him, as can enemy mobs! He had to eliminate Pohr Ghai to get rid of that chance, to keep his own identity safe. After all, it's not as though he felt any attachment for the man."
You turn to the Judge. "So you see, Your Honor? Means, Motive, and Opportunity, along with some crucial evidence."
The Judge nods. "Yes, well, we certainly will have to look into this Condy Lure character further at his own trial. As of now, though, I believe I can safely say that the Defendant, Rebecca Caul, is..."
NOT GUILTY
You smile despite yourself, the confetti raining down on you. When you think on it, though, it's a bit odd, isn't it? There was barely any witness testimony, and the culprit wasn't on the stand for the final blow. Also, isn't it usually a lot more difficult than just talking back-and-forth with the prosecutor? Something seems kind of-
da da DA, da da, Da da Da DAAAAAA
You jump with a start, hand scrabbling for your phone. "Boss!" You hear Maya's voice yell at you from the receiver. "Where are you!? The magic show started fifteen minutes ago!"
You swallow, hard. You mean, the fighting, the victory, the clonk on the head...it was all just a...?
"OBJECTION!!"
The 13th Turnabout: Fin
