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The Underworld Chapter 2
"I've already found out a lot on my own..." Miles picked up the file and handed it to the detective. "Read this before asking anything. This doesn't leave the office."
He flipped to the first page and sat down at one of the chairs at the chess board. "I'll get started right away, sir." The first page was a list of people Edgeworth was certain were on the Cadaverini pay roll. "Is... Is it really this many people, sir?"
"Probably even more," he replied. "You see now why this can't leave this room?"
Gumshoe nodded, his face heavy with sadness. "I'm friends with some of these people..."
"Don't treat them any differently," Edgeworth warned. "I don't want them suspicious... In fact, try to get more friendly with them. See if you can get some information from them."
"How can I do that when I know that they're criminals, sir?" the detective asked.
"Just act like you would if you were on an undercover mission."
"... I guess I can try, sir."
"Good." The prosecutor went back to scribbling down some notes at his desk while Gumshoe read through the file. It was filled with murders that were never brought to court, shady business transactions, and a lot of information about the Cadaverini's finances. He looked up from the file. "Where did you find all this, sir?"
"Some of it is just simple deduction," Miles replied. "The rest I gathered hard information from various sources while following leads on other cases." He smiled thinly. "Its amazing how much information you can gather from someone's computer when you hand its owner a search warrant."
"But you're only supposed to gather information related to the case at hand..."
The prosecutor stared at him for a few moments. "There's a reason that this investigation has been kept a secret, Detective."
"... Yes sir." Gumshoe looked down at the file again. "A new account was opened up recently, and... And you think the Cadaverinis are looking for a new police informant and pay them with that account?"
Edgeworth nodded. "Correct... In fact, since you volunteered to help me, I have a job for you." Getting up, he made his way over to a filing cabinet in the corner. He withdrew a key from his pocket, and unlocked the top drawer. Grunting with the effort, he withdrew a large stack of files and dropped them on the desk with a loud smack. "These are the files of people in the employ of the police department. Well... Some of them, anyway. I want you to sort through them all and narrow down the candidates that the Cadaverinis would be likely to bribe... I suspect this will take you a few days... I'll have you temporarily reassigned to my office under the guise of you helping me with the Revaldi case."
The detective picked up the stack, bringing them over to his chair near the chessboard. "This is only some of them? How many are there?"
"Well I estimate that what you have there is only a tenth of them."
"There's no way that there's that many police officers, sir."
"Of course not," the prosecutor replied. "There's also the cleaning staff, forensics experts, hired consultants, and maintenance workers. Anyone who could somehow access police records. I already removed the files of anyone already working for the Cadaverinis... You had better get working, Detective."
Sighing heavily, he sat down and picked up the first file in the stack. To his surprise, it was his own. He looked up at Edgeworth inquisitively. Weren't these supposed to be in alphabetical order?
Seeing his look, the prosecutor explained. "Your file is changed the most often. I decided it would be easier to keep it out front rather than dig through to find it every time a change was made..."
Nodding, Gumshoe took a cursory glance at his file. Pay decrease... Pay decrease... Award for diligence... Pay decrease... Psychological profile? Where did that come from? With a sigh, he dropped his file to the floor where he decided the unlikely to be bribed candidates would go. Picking up another file, he began deciding his parameters. Probably someone whose pay wasn't on the high side and who had been marked ambitious on their psych profile. It probably wouldn't be someone that was close to retirement... Figuring that he could come up with more parameters while reading, he began.
It was hours later when Edgeworth told Gumshoe it was time for him to go home for the day. He looked up at him, his eyes bleary from all the reading and analyzing. It had been hard work. At first, he hadn't thought anyone as suspicious, but as he went on, he kept becoming more and more suspicious of everyone. Anyone of them could be bribed by the Cadaverinis... They said that everyone had a price after all...
Miles picked up the thinner pile of the three piles. "Oh great, is this your list of suspects?"
Wearily, the detective shook his head. "No sir... Those are the innocents."
"... Just you, the head detective, and that ninety-year-old cleaning lady?"
"... You think I should suspect the cleaning lady, sir?"
The prosecutor sighed. "Detective Gumshoe... I suggest you narrow your parameters for tomorrow."
Gumshoe looked downcast. "Yes sir..."
For the next few days, Gumshoe sat in Edgeworth's office, sorting through the files. It was hard, but he was making good progress.
On Thursday night, the detective almost ran into someone leaving the prosecutor's office."Dick! Good, I was just looking for you..."
Gumshoe blinked, focusing in on the man in front of him. He was a bit shorter than himself, but would still be considered tall. He had messy black hair, and gray eyes. "Detective Vitcko? You were looking for me?" He tried to stop his eyes from narrowing; he was on the Cadaverini payroll... But Edgeworth wanted him to play undercover, so...
"Wondered if you wanted a drink... On me of course."
He was sorely tempted to say no, but his duty to Mr. Edgeworth would have to come before his dislike of the traitor. "Sure, pal."
Vitcko smiled easily. "Good... You wouldn't mind driving me there, would you? My car's in the shop, so I've been having to walk everywhere."
"That would be fine... Let's go." They left the prosecutors' offices and made their way to the underground parking lot. Gumshoe had been assigned a temporary parking spot within the prosecution side while he worked with Edgeworth. His old hunk of junk of a car looked vastly out of place parked next to the prosecutors' expensive sports cars.
Vitcko climbed into the passenger's seat while Gumshoe sat in the drivers seat and buckled up. "So where are we going?"
"Six Stars Bar," he replied, fastening his seat belt. "It's not too far from here."
Nodding, he started the car, which took a few attempts. He stayed silent while driving, glancing over at Vitcko periodically. Usually he was great at small talk, but today... Remembering that Edgeworth warned him not to treat anyone differently, he decided it was pertinent to start some. "So... You watch the game last night, pal?"
Vitcko smiled. "Of course. I never miss the Chargers. I've watched every game of theirs since I was ten."
"You're a big fan then," he replied.
"Yep." The detective tucked his hands into his jacket pockets. "What about you?"
"I'm more of a 49ers fan myself," Gumshoe replied, glancing at him using the mirror. His fiddling through his jacket pockets was a bit distracting...
Seeing his glance, Vitcko stilled his hands. "Well with the way the season's going, looks like it might be the Chargers and the 49ers in the Superbowl. They're both in the play-offs, right?"
Gumshoe nodded, turning his attention back to the road. Within a few minutes, they arrived at the Six Stars Bar.
"What'll ya have?" the bar tender asked as they took a seat at the dimly lit bar.
"Burbon," Gumshoe replied. "On the rocks."
"Make it a double," Vitcko put in. "For me, I'll have a gimlet."
Their drinks were placed in front of them, and Gumshoe took a swig, letting the taste of charcoal and earth play over his tongue. He could feel the alcohol loosening up muscles he didn't even know were tense. He swirled the ice in his drink around, and stared at a few moments, trying to forget that the man sitting next to him was an enemy.
They engaged in some small talk, mostly debating the merits of the Chargers and 49ers. Gumshoe finished his drink off, and Vitcko immediately ordered him a scotch.
"Haven't had a scotch this good in a long time," Gumshoe decided.
"Yes, the scotch is quite good here..." Vitcko took a sip of his drink and stared at it a moment before looking back at him. "Heard your salary went down again this month."
"... Yeah." He took a swig of his scotch.
"Doesn't it bother you?"
Gumshoe stared into his drink for a few moments, trying to formulate his response. The question made him slightly suspicious. Why would he ask about that? "Well... Sometimes, I guess... When I'm trying to pay my bills, but... The job is more important than that, don't you think? Bringing criminals to justice..."
Vitcko nodded in agreement. "Of course, of course..." He took a swig of his drink. "You send a lot of time with Edgeworth, I notice."
"Yeah... We're working on the Revaldi case."
"Any suspects yet?"
Gumshoe nodded. "Yeah... We're probably going to bring them in for questioning soon."
"Good, good..." He went back to drinking his drink, much to Gumshoe's relief. A few minutes later though, he asked another question. "Do you have a girlfriend, Dick?"
He thought of Maggey for a moment, but shook his head. They weren't actually going out, much to his disappointment.
"I know this girl who I think you might like... You should meet her tonight at this restaurant she owns."
So is this why he wanted a drink with him? To send him on a blind date?
"Here's the address," Vitcko said, handing him a piece of paper. "You should meet her there at eight."
"Sure, pal. I'll be there..." Gumshoe couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, but he might as well go to see who it was. The address looked a little familiar after all...
At eight, he standing outside the restaurant. "Tres Bien?" So someone had bought the place from Armstrong? He made his way inside to find that the pink had been toned down a bit, but not by much. He made his way over to to a table where a young woman with black hair was sitting. Her back was to him, so he cleared his throat. "Er... Hi." When she turned around, Gumshoe's eyes widened in shock and alarm.
"I'm glad you could make it... Detective... hee... hee... hee..."
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