So, my father was a prosecutor. Where I'm from, we have courts and trials to determine whether someone who's accused of a crime is guilty or not. It's the prosecutor's job to make sure someone who's guilty goes to jail for it. There's also a defense attorney, who's supposed to make sure that innocent people who get accused of crimes don't go to jail. Usually it works out pretty well, and guilty people get punished for what they did. But sometimes it doesn't work that well.
Dad had a case once where the suspect was a guy who was arrested for smuggling. The witness to the crime was killed by a member of the smuggling group before she was able to testify, and the killer went free because there wasn't enough evidence to prove that he did it. The victim's sister decided to become a defense attorney to try to get close to the smuggling group the killer was from.
Three years later, there was another case that looked a lot like the first one. Someone tried to steal secrets from an embassy this time, and killed an employee at the embassy while he was there. At the same time, a thief called the Yatagarasu infiltrated the embassy. At first, the guy on trial claimed that he was the Yatagarasu, but they had him on tape committing the murder. So then instead, he accused my father of being the Yatagarasu. They had to stop the trial and assign a new prosecutor while they investigated things.
That's when my dad was killed. Sometime during the break. The other guy was killed too, in the same room. It was set up to look like they killed each other, but the real killer was actually the defense attorney - the little sister from the first case I told you about. She was the real Yatagarasu, and she killed my dad before he could present the evidence that would have brought out the truth of what happened. It turned out she was a member of the smuggling ring too, and she never even had a sister. She just got sent to keep an eye on things and make sure nobody got too close.
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Date: 2011-02-01 11:36 pm (UTC)So, my father was a prosecutor. Where I'm from, we have courts and trials to determine whether someone who's accused of a crime is guilty or not. It's the prosecutor's job to make sure someone who's guilty goes to jail for it. There's also a defense attorney, who's supposed to make sure that innocent people who get accused of crimes don't go to jail. Usually it works out pretty well, and guilty people get punished for what they did. But sometimes it doesn't work that well.
Dad had a case once where the suspect was a guy who was arrested for smuggling. The witness to the crime was killed by a member of the smuggling group before she was able to testify, and the killer went free because there wasn't enough evidence to prove that he did it. The victim's sister decided to become a defense attorney to try to get close to the smuggling group the killer was from.
Three years later, there was another case that looked a lot like the first one. Someone tried to steal secrets from an embassy this time, and killed an employee at the embassy while he was there. At the same time, a thief called the Yatagarasu infiltrated the embassy. At first, the guy on trial claimed that he was the Yatagarasu, but they had him on tape committing the murder. So then instead, he accused my father of being the Yatagarasu. They had to stop the trial and assign a new prosecutor while they investigated things.
That's when my dad was killed. Sometime during the break. The other guy was killed too, in the same room. It was set up to look like they killed each other, but the real killer was actually the defense attorney - the little sister from the first case I told you about. She was the real Yatagarasu, and she killed my dad before he could present the evidence that would have brought out the truth of what happened. It turned out she was a member of the smuggling ring too, and she never even had a sister. She just got sent to keep an eye on things and make sure nobody got too close.