after they left the clinic, they called the police, and went off to the people park to speak with ema, she grinned when she saw their facial expressions
'I know that face. That's the face of someone who's made... a discovery!'
'Hey, how did you know?'
she crossed her arms, her grin getting wider
'You can't fool someone trained in the ways of science!'
"Next she'll have us analyzing face prints..."
he thought to himself, then took out the slippers from his bag
'Ah, the slippers... That's quite a clear print there. ...A toe print'
trucy pouted as she huffed in disappointment
'Too bad we don't know whose toe it is'
'Well, there is a way of finding out, of course'
apollo shot his head up at her, now feeling much more hopeful then before
'There is!? What?'
'All you need is a sample of the same toe print, off another shoe, for instance'
'Oh, right. So if the prints matched, you'd know the same person wore both'
"Hmm. Do I have another shoe worn by the same person?"
apollo went back into his bag, then remembered, the other shoe
'I think I just might, actually'
ema raised her brow
'Really!?'
"I'm beginning to suspect something here..."
'Detective Skye! Can you compare this sample with this other print?, This pair of sandals, toe print and all'
ema eyes twinkled in excitement as she took the sandals, examining the print
'Ooh! The print on these is nice and clear, too. That makes our job easy'
'Can you analyze it for us?'
she nodded
'Of course! Hang on...'
she took the powder and started to work her magic, she grinned at her work
'Bingo! Gosh, I'm good'
"Hey, we were the ones who found the prints..."
apollo thought bitterly to himself, but didn't dare say it out loud, and piss off the one detective who was willing to help them out
'A perfect match! The same person wore these sandals and slippers!'
he grumbled a little
'I was afraid of that...'
'All you have to do is find out who these sandals belong to! Or... do you already know?'
she asked, apollo shrugged nervously
'I... can't say. Not yet'
"Well, that's one big step closer... ...to the truth!"
he thanked her for helping them out, and then made their way back to the detention centre to speak with wocky
'Don't cry angel, Daddy's back and Daddy's... ...Oh. You again'
he grumbled, disappointed, apollo blinked as he gave him a weird lok
'Do you always have to announce your entrances like that?'
wocky crossed his arms
'Man, my old man, he... Man! Now I'm all in a funk, and it's his fault'
he growled angrily
"One can only assume that his father tried to teach him a lesson. And failed, clearly"
'You two got your work cut out for you, straight up. Course I don't care if they lock me up. I'm ready to go!'
"Some days, I wonder why I do what I do"
he was now starting to see why mr wright used intimidation to get ahead in the law world
'Hey man, you won't see me bugging 'bout one or two guilty charges'
he exclaimed, trucy cocked her head to the side
'But what if you're found guilty of murder!?'
she asked
'Hey, it's all experience, you feel me, shorty? Like a badge of honor. ...They don't give the death penalty, do they?'
he asked, trying to not sound as nervous as he actually was
'...You didn't really do it, did you?'
she said, wocky glared at her
'... Maybe I did, maybe I didn't'
"If I've learned one thing today... it's that "silence" speaks louder than words"
apollo thought to himself
'Man, my old man is wack. Disappointing, that's what he is'
he said in disapproval, looking off to the side
'I heard he wants to leave the mob?'
apollo said, wocky scowled, as if he was just serve the one food he hated the most for dinner
'Over my dead body! I spend my life, trying to keep it real, being an O.G. and never stepping down. Now my old man wants to go soft? Fine, let him. Just leave me out of it'
apollo sight mentally in his head, this client was a pain in the head
'The day I get out of the clink... That's the day Alita and I start the next generation of the Kitaki Family'
"Please don't talk as though it's assumed you're going to jail... for my sake"
it was already bad enough as it was for apollo, he really didn't need this on his list to worry about things, trucy reached into the bag and took out wock's charts from apollo's bag
'Huh? What's that? Some kinda X-ray? Wait...'
apollo nodded when he saw the sudden realization on wock's face
'That's right, Wocky. It's yours'
'Hey look, I don't smoke or nothing. I'll live long, right?'
he insisted, trucy frowned as she looked up at apollo
'I don't think he gets it, Apollo...'
apollo nodded he took the charts from her hands and pointed at the certain spot
'Ah, take a closer look. Here, in particular... ...where it says "Nurse". ...It's signed "Alita Tiala"'
'...Huh. You lawyers do your homework'
he said
'So, you met Ms. Tiala when you...'
'Yeah, I met her at the clinic. So?'
he asked, crossing his arms
'Could you tell us a bit about the circumstances of your meeting?'
he asked as he took out his notepad, wocky huffed
'Fine, fine! I'll tell you how we met if you want to know that bad'
trucy got excited to hear how the two love-birds
'Bout half a year ago, I was shot during a little turf war with another family. I was ready to die, sure. But they came in and got me, hauled me off to the doc's'
'...The Meraktis Clinic?'
'That's where I met her. My fallen angel...'
he grinned as he spoke in a dreamy like voice
'You mean Alita Tiala?'
apollo asked he kept his eyes down at his notepad, doing his best to write all of this down
'She was scared of me at first, turns out. But you know what they say -- the bad guy always gets the ladies'
'Right...'
he mumbled, ignoring that part as he continued to write
'She was done with that clinic anyhow. So I was like, I'll take you on, woman! Straight gangster style. Guess what she said?'
trucy eyes glimmered in excitement
'What did she say?'
'C'mon, give it some thought! She said it real quiet-like, on the down low, know what I'm saying? "I'll leave... if you'll marry me."'
apollo kept his gaze down, but did raise a brow
'So... that was the proposal?'
he grinned again
'You know it! An oath of love, right there in the hospital room. Just like that, the op was done, and we were outta there. See ya later, bye!'
'Um, about that "op"...'
'Yeah. Didn't go so well after all, did it? I know about the report. I know it's still in me'
trucy looked back at the charts
'This health check-up was the Boss's idea, you said?'
he grumbled, the grin gone as he was reminded of his least favourite topic
'Yeah. Can you imagine? What's the point of living healthy when you're a G, you know what I'm saying?'
'But didn't you learn about the bullet at that check-up?'
she asked
'Yeah... That's when I knew that doctor had to pay. Figured I could get that cap pulled after I got my revenge. And hey, I'm still living large now, aren't I?'
'Incidentally... had you ever had a health check-up before?'
apollo asked, wocky shook his head
'Naw, my old man suddenly gets this idea that we all gotta get check-ups! Guess he's getting old. Older, I mean'