Prosecutors Badge Ace Attorney Novels & Stories

“I’m so very confused,” Presley rubbed her forehead and with her other hand reached for Cruz. She needed his strength as all of hers seemed to have seeped from her body to pool somewhere under the table. She felt comforted as his large hand engulfed hers completely and then he moved sideways and pressed his lips to his temple. The lawyer spoke, “Miss Brookmore, my name is Atticus Marella. I am the legal advisor for multiple families associated with the Phoenix Initiative.”

The prosecutors' approach seemed to bring a cold wave with them, their footsteps clicking against the marble like a countdown timer. A fierce looking blonde woman led the procession, Detective Gabriella Wilson's badge catching the lights heroically as she eyed the frozen table of board members. Behind her, two junior prosecutors clutched folders thick with documents and assumed a ready stance. "Gentlemen." Her voice cut through the silence like a blade. "I'm Detective Wilson, Financial Crimes Division." Her lips lifted in a smile. "We have a warrant to search these premises and seize all documentation related to the McQueen Gallery Exhibition."

he said slowly, applying more pressure to his grip until I felt my pulse throb between his fingers,“is to support me, not to make me look like I can’t control the woman I’m about to marry.” I tried to twist my way out but he only squeezed harder. “Daniel, you’re hurting me” He released me with a shove, straightening his cuff links as though nothing had happened. “You think voters want to see the future governor’s fiancée playing hero with mobsters? You think they’ll trust a woman who gets her hands dirty with criminals?” I stared at the hand marks on my arm, a new one in addition to my other bruises and marks. “I’m a prosecutor. My job is to put criminals behind ba—”

“I don’t want to see anyone.” “Well, excuse me, your Highness. It’s the prosecutor. Oh, and one more thing… If you know what’s good for you, you’d keep your trap shut about that bruise. You hear me?” The warden snapped the cuffs extra hard. Chase didn’t so much as flinch. The prosecutor waited for him in the consultation room. “Mr. Ross? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Chase was puzzled, this wasn’t what he was expecting. “Sit down, Chase. I have a proposition for you.” Sebastian Ross knew Chase as he had come up against him at court a few times. He was a formidable opponent, but now the tables have turned unexpectedly, and a small part of Sebastian relished it.

His jacket is covered in the familiar logo of the morning news channel, and I bite my lip in frustration. "Good morning," the man who walks to the front says. The New York City prosecuting attorney Matthew Heartwell. He is known throughout New York for his work against the Cartel in New York. He has put away the worst of the worst, and now, I am going toe to toe with him to keep one of the worst out of prison. "There are three facts to this case." Heartwell holds his fingers up as he speaks, showing three on his hand. "One. Benjamin Lanzetta is a known criminal who has wormed his way out of prosecution time and time again. I will not allow this to happen again." He makes direct eye contact w

I wasn't in the mood to talk to telemarketers or debt collectors. But my thumb hovered over the green button, and something…desperation, maybe, made me swipe up. "Ms. Reed? This is Jennifer Chen from Executive Legal Placement services." The voice was professional. My spine snapped straight. I sat up on the edge of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. "I... I didn't apply through a headhunter," I stammered. "I sent out applications, but—" "Your resume came across my desk," she interrupted. "One of my clients is very interested in your background. Specifically your tenure as a Senior Prosecutor."

Slowly, I let go of both hands, focusing on what the judge was saying. The judge said some few words and now it was the prosecutor’s turn. All eyes turned to him as he walked forward, his steps confident. “Your honour, ladies and gentlemen, I’m prosecutor Charles Odour. Today we're gathered here for the hearing of case 518. Stephanie Mackenzie is charged of murder against the deceased Mr. Jacob Mackenzie.” He paused, taking a breath before he proceeded.

AXEL POV The satellite telephone on my workshop desk rang just as the dry desert heat was beginning to break into twilight. I wiped the sawdust from my palms onto my jeans and answered it, expecting another routine logistics update from Catherine or an administrative check-in from our regional marshal liaison. Instead, it was the sharp, clipped cadence of Assistant U.S. Attorney Vance—the lead federal prosecutor who had spent the last two years systematically dismantling the remnants of the Eastern European networks using the blueprints Emilia had dragged out of the smoke.

Catriona The decision to pursue a federal prosecutor position felt like the first real breath I had taken in weeks. I spent the next few days quietly preparing while balancing my demanding EVP responsibilities at Reid Capital. Judge Warren had already reached out to Judge Elizabeth Harlan at the Department of Justice, and a preliminary conversation had been scheduled for the following week. I reviewed the standard qualifications again late into the night, making detailed notes on my tablet. Active bar membership in good standing, a J.D. from an accredited law school, at least three to four years of post-J.D. legal experience with a strong preference for trial work or criminal prosecution. Ri

This meeting could set me free…or bring me one step closer to my doom. The prosecutor, Mr. Javier Mares, sat directly across the humongous solid oak desk from me. With his immaculate appearance, his slicked-back gray hair, and blue pinstripe suit, he reminded me more of a James Bond villain than the guy who puts the villains away. Even his bleached-white smile creeped me out. His steely blue eyes stared directly at me. He knew that I was the defendant, and he wanted to take me down. He didn’t care quite so much about Mr. Chevalier and Jeffrey; they were accessories to him.