"They say we are asleep until we fall in love
We are children of dust and ashes
But when we fall in love we wake up
And we are a god and angels weep
But if I die here tonight
I die in my sleep"
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Zoe glanced down at Benicia's phone as she spoke with Ben. She noticed that the messages were not showing at all, leaving Benicia's phone on a hidden setting. But she could see the contact name. Though not specific, Zoe could see the initials. F. P. L.
Benicia was still trying to calm Ben down, "This doesn't change anything, Ben."
Foggy nodded in agreement, "Except now we know who your king of diamonds is."
"You see the news? Everything's changed." Ben pulled the newspaper from his bag and handed it over to Benicia, "Fisk has gotten out in front of being dragged into the spotlight. My editor thinks he's the Second Coming. Hell, the whole city does."
"So?" Benicia crossed her arms over her chest and hid the paper under her arm, "Then we just keep digging."
"I've been doing that. Internet went from nothing on Fisk to filled with three-hanky stories about a poor little fat kid from Hell's Kitchen. Abandoned by his father when he was 12. Mother died a year later. Now look at him. Boot straps and a big dream."
Zoe finally tore her eyes away from Benicia's phone, "Somebody knows something. It's just a matter of asking the right people the right questions in the right tone of voice."
Ben only gave Zoe a disapproving look, "Yeah, that's how you get yourself hurt."
Matt opened the door to the office, "That's what I keep telling them." He closed the door behind him, "Maybe they'll listen to you."
"Ben Urich, Matt Murdock." Benicia introduced them to each other, "Attorney at Why the Hell Bother."
Zoe watched as Matt reached out to shake Ben's hand. Catching how he acted like he had no idea where Ben's hand was. She snorted, which made it seem like it was a reaction to what Benicia said, rather than her knowing Matt was full of shit.
"Mr. Murdock."
"Matt." He corrected while shaking Ben's hand.
Foggy looked at Matt, "Our partner thinks we should be pursuing this through the legal system."
Ben understood with a head nod, "A lot safer that way."
Benicia just sighed and set the paper down on her desk, "Well, why don't we all just crawl under the covers, then?"
Matt sighed, "No, Benicia-"
"Well, I'm sorry-" Benicia huffed, "-but if Fisk is really behind everything that has happened, then we need to do something."
"If we were the only ones after him, I'd tend to agree. Friend of yours came to see me the other night..." Ben informed them all, which made Zoe look at Matt as he retreated to his office, "-the man and woman in a mask."
"Terrorist cop-killers."
Benicia shot Foggy a dirty look, "Not funny."
Ben crossed his arms over his chest, "Says they were framed."
