TAKE X (6-5-17: The End)

> Go to the victim's house.



You head up to the north side of town. You have to admit, the architecture in Vezretti is really dull. You grew up in Alzabata, so you're used to buildings being ancient and decrepit, and at the very least the buildings here are well-kept, but they don't have much in the way of heart. You've lived here a few years, so it's not like you're not used to it, but it still strikes you every now and again.

Once you're done ruminating, you realize that there are police surrounding the house.



You sidle up to one of them. "So hey, I don't suppose I could get into this house, huh?"

"Why?" the cop responds, eyeing you suspiciously.

"I'm defending the guy you got locked up for the murder here, and it'd be helpful if I knew the basics before--"

"No."

You blink. You knew these guys didn't play around, but you were at least expecting to finish your appeal. "No? I can't look around the crime scene?"

The cop nods slightly. "That's right. By order of the prosecutor on this case. He wants to keep the crime scene pristine. His words."

You think for a moment. "Yeah, I think I heard a little about that prosecutor. He's new or something. Anything else you can tell me about him?"

"We..." The cop stops for a moment, whispers something to her colleague, then turns back to you. "We don't know much about Mr. Mugg. He keeps to himself."

"Excuse me, did you say Mr. Mugg?"

"Yeah. Westley Mugg. He doesn't talk about himself much." The cop seems to have dropped her guard somewhat. Maybe this is your chance.

"Well, how do you know that he meant for the defense to be kept out of the crime scene too, if he doesn't say much?" You cross your fingers hopefully.

"Nice try. Mr. Mugg explicitly said 'and keep the defense out of here too.'"

Damn.