Hear Me

Poison n' Champagne

Clara looks from the crying woman to the gun in her hand. She looks across the parking lot to the river and then back to the gun. Without a second thought, she approaches the water and throws the gun in. "Clara, what are you doing!"

"You won't go down for this, I promise. No one will know," she promises her, the woman who she only met a few weeks ago.

4 hours earlier

"Marinetta," Clara answers her phone.

"Hey, Clara," Matt says.

Clara frowns a little, "hey..."

"Can we meet up somewhere?" He asks.

She sighs, shaking her head at herself, "no, we can't. I'm at work. I've got a crime scene to go to. I'll talk to you later," she hangs up on him, slipping her phone into her pocket.

Matt sits on the edge of his bed, feeling defeated. She was still upset about the other day, when he blamed her for Elena's death. He hadn't meant to... he wasn't blaming her. He didn't mean to say what he had said and now he's paying for it.

"Detective Marinetta," she states, flashing her badge to the sergeant standing by the tape. He nods and lets her through. Clara takes in the scene of shattered champagne flutes and knocked over furniture because of the chaos. Currently, she's at a banquet, where several attendees keeled over and died, suspected poisoning. She walks over to where two bodies lay. "Are these the only victims?" She asks the coroner.

He nods, "both died of poisoning. Can't say which one until the autopsy happens and we do toxicology."

Clara looks around. This was a fancy gathering, with some of the biggest wigs of the city. Hell, the police chief was here and they were lucky he wasn't poisoned. It's hard to say if it was targeted towards a specific victim or just the crowd. Clara finds the responding officers from the first call, "Who are the surviving victims?"

He sighs, "a woman, Vanessa Marianna, was poisoned and brought to the hospital by the man she was accompanying here."

"Who's the man?"

"Wilson Fisk," he says.

Clara takes a deep breath and nods, "what hospital did they go to?"

–

Clara, Matt, Foggy, and Karen had been avoiding Fisk and his empire ever since Fisk came out to the news, making headlines. It wouldn't be good, being seen poking around the man New York City hailed as a hero.

Clara looks around the hospital. It's a little dingy and gross, far from what she'd expect from someone like Fisk. She steps into the hallway where Fisk's men stop her, "I need to see an ID." A tall man asks.

She nods and pulls out her badge, "I'm Detective Marinetta with the NYPD, fifteenth Precinct. I need to ask Mr Fisk some questions about the banquet."

He looks at the badge and lifts up his radio, "there's a Detective Marinetta here to talk to you... yes about the banquet... okay, Sir," the man puts down the radio and nods for Clara to go in. She walks past him and down the hall, where another group of men check her ID and let her in.