Happy Halloween, guys! Here's hoping it's a good one for us all.
Go out and have a blast, man. Hand your keys on over and get buzzed on sugar!


....Okay, so anyway. I'm a little embarrassed that it took me this long to update the ol' journal _{(at least I've been keeping up with most of the comments....)}. But I can honestly say, it really wasn't my fault!

You see, the past few weeks, things have been running pretty rough. The prosecutors aren't cutting me a break, a suspect took a shot at me, as did a mob of reporters _{(a lousy pun, but you get it all the same)}.... Let's just say it hasn't been much fun.

Now I know you're all just dying to hear what happened _(pffft), but let me tell you, it's really not a boring story at all. I mean, just look at this set-up, would you?



PRIOR TO DAY ONE
Things started out about as rough as things have been running for me here lately. As some of you may already know, even before things got going I had a run-in with a hotel sprinkler system that completely ruined ALL of my papers. Evidence, court documents, records, twenty dollars that had been in my jeans pocket.... All of it was ruined. I was lucky to have anything to turn in at all, but thanks to some collaborative efforts, there was at least enough salvageable to use in court. Unfortunately, however, I was without money for dinner.

The entire night before court, I was out investigating, going over all of my evidence and resources to try and put together as much of a case as I could. I was hungry, I was sleepy, and I swore repeatedly never to stay in a hotel again, as long as I could possibly avoid it. By the time I was finished, I went straight to the court house, where I promptly fell asleep in the lobby.


DAY ONE: PART ONE, INTRODUCTION
Honestly, the nap only lasted for about six minutes.

Being awakened by the voice of an angry prosecutor ranting and raving about how late I am is not actually the worst thing that has happened to me in that lobby. Now that I think about it, I've made a lot of memories there, and once, even lost them. But I don't want to bore you with long, rambling thoughts about my life thus far, so I'll just skip that to the good part.

The prosecutor was an impatient old man with no concept of an 'inside voice'; the man, one 'Barry Kade', screamed virtually every damn thing. Still, he had years of experience under his belt (which is more than I can say about most of my rivals, it seems) and had honed his craft to a science. He was very methodical about everything, to the very finest detail. He knew when to call his witnesses and just what to say to them. He knew what evidence to display, and boy did he have a lot of it!

And here comes the best part: He was well rested and well armed, and I, well, wasn't. As you already know. I was seriously about ready to fall asleep on the stand.

Now, the victim was a man called Wan "Lucky Sven" who had apparently fallen in with the wrong crowd. From what I'd deduced so far, it seemed he was an underling in some sort of crime ring, but that was about as far as I'd gotten.

According to the autopsy report, he was 27 and stood at 5' 9". He'd worked at a pawn shop that he owned and operated himself. The thing is, Lucky Sven had been getting a little too lucky with his inventory, and he kept getting expensive jewels, guns, and watches with no record of how or when.

It looked awfully suspicious; there was no way this wasn't connected to the murder.


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That's all I have time for at the moment, but there'll be more to come in the weeks ahead. Happy trick-or-treating/partying/whatever!