Prosecutors Badge Ace Attorney Novels & Stories

“Something that holds her accountable, but doesn’t destroy her future. It protects Cassie while also avoiding a full trial.” I exhaled slowly. That… actually sounded fair. “I'm down.” “Then I’ll handle it,” Dorothy added, reaching into her bag for her tablet. “As Cassie’s attorney.” I blinked. “Wait, what? You can do that?” Dorothy gave me a look. “I’m an attorney, Cassie. Of course I can.” “You’re a what?” I asked, surprised. Dorothy rolled her eyes. “Senior partner. Rivers Law. It’s our private firm.”

Margaret Stone — POV The envelope lay open before me, its contents scattered across the cold, polished surface of the federal prosecutor’s conference table. Twenty years of watching. Twenty years of knowing things I couldn’t prove. Twenty years of being too afraid to speak. Not anymore. Across from me sat Rebecca Walsh, Assistant Federal Prosecutor—her expression professional but curious. To her right, Agent Martinez observed silently, his eyes sharp and unreadable. “Mrs. Stone,” Walsh began, setting a recorder on the table. “Everything you say here will be documented and may be used in court. Do you understand?”

Defence Attorney: Please just answer the questions, did you say anything to the defendant before he hit you? Aaron: No Defence Attorney: Nothing at all. Aaron: No Defence Attorney: You expect this court to believe you said absolutely nothing? Prosecutor: Objection, argumentative. Judge: Sustained. Defence Attorney: No further questions. Prosecutor Calls The Doctor. Prosecutor: Doctor, what is your profession? Doctor: I am an emergency physician. Prosecutor: Did you treat Aaron Cole?

The prosecution was determined to make an example out of him, and the judge handling the case was known for his sternness. Their next step was to find a competent attorney willing to take on Satish's case pro bono. Through their network, they secured the services of Deepak, the junior most lawyer recently enrolled at the bar. Deepak was a breath of fresh air compared to the so-called veteran lawyers. He was young and dynamic, known for his commitment to justice and willingness to take on cases for the underprivileged. And unlike the veterans, whose f*es were often exorbitant, Deepak's f*e was negligible; he could have even done it for free; his career was just beginning.

Mu Zi walked over and asked, "Old lady, do you intend to sue again?" The old man raised his head in confusion and looked at Mu Zi, his eyes fell on her conspicuous stomach and moved to his chest to look for the badge. Mu Zi said, "I'm still in my internship and don't wear a badge, but I can help you fight for your appeal." The old man's eyes showed doubt. She was old and not well educated in her early years, and only knew that prosecutors wore badges with specific patterns, like the badges on police uniforms. Mu Zi had no such insignia on her, was pregnant, and was still in her internship.

"Your witness, gentlemen." The lead prosecutor, an arrogant young man in an expensive charcoal grey suit, approached Blake on the witness stand. "Mr. Walker." He gave a mean smile. "You are a wilderness counselor, is that correct?" "Yes." "I understand that you're also a pilot." Blake returned the other man's gaze and said nothing. The lawyer looked up to the judge. "That's not a question, counselor." The judge seemed irritated. There was a titter of laughter in the gallery. The prosecutor whipped his head around, his face slightly reddened.

No way to look away from what you were there to do. I sat down and folded my hands on the table and told myself to breathe. The lead prosecutor was a woman named Patricia Chen. Mid forties, dark suit, hair pulled back, the kind of face that gave nothing away without effort. The second prosecutor was younger, a man named Harris who had a notepad and a pen and the careful attentiveness of someone who had been told to listen and was taking it seriously.

Instinctively, her hands reached down for her stomach and Kate saw his eye twitch, his cool composure dropping for a fraction of a second, before the smarmy grin returned, his head tilting to the side to listen to his lawyer. Thankful for the distraction of the prosecutor, Kate answered their basic questions; her name, her relationship to the defendant, their history, before he delved into the details of the two attacks Preston had made on her life. Her gaze constantly darted back to Sandy, who smiled and nodded reassuringly as Kate recounted her experiences; the friendly prosecutor offering her the same kind smiles and encouraging nods. The nerves that swarmed her stomach had barely subside

Perfect for this case. "Ms. Romano," the judge began using Becca's birth name instead of Castellano, a deliberate choice. "You've agreed to testify in exchange for reduced charges. Do you understand that any lies or omissions will void your deal and you'll face the maximum sentence for all charges?" "I understand, Your Honor." Becca's voice was small, contrite. Performance art. "Then let's begin. Prosecutor Hayes, your witness." Assistant U.S. Attorney Margaret Hayes stood a woman who'd built her career on taking down organized crime. She approached Becca with the confidence of a hunter who'd already won.

CAEL’S POV I walked into the restaurant with Charles right behind me. I had seen the people we were here to meet from afar and when we got to them, Charles did the introductions. “Boss, this is Luisa Klein, Lead Prosecutor of the case we are involved in. Miss Luisa, this is Cael Ashford, CEO of Ashford Capital,” Charles introduced. “Nice to meet you, Luisa,” I stretched my hand towards her. She shook my hand, “Whether it will be a pleasant meeting or not, that will be decided later. Have your seat for now.”