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Upon waking the next morning, Liz settled into her Saturday ritual which consisted of hot chocolate and the news.

While the sun peeked through her windows, she sat on the couch, hitting the power button on the remote. Huddling under a thick blanket with her cup in hand as the newsman started the seven o'clock broadcast.

"What a beautiful morning in Hell's Kitchen, and you, the viewers, should expect more sunny weather for rest of the week."

"Now for the murder investigation with my partner Danielle. Danielle what's happening on your end."

The camera panned out as it showed a young redhead standing in front of a building that looked vaguely familiar.

"Well, Joe, police arrived at this scene late last night after a neighbor heard screams coming from within. Three people have died, their identities though have been confirmed."

Three pictures showed up on the screen, the third one being the man who once held her heart.

"Marcus..." she breathed.

"Chloe Summers, Sandy Davidson, and Marcus Cooper. It looks like this was the case of a serial -"

"Excuse me, I'm a private investigator, Jessica Jones from Alias Investigations. These are cases of suicide, not murder. So don't make something that you don't clearly know too much of, public. It's bad for someone, like you, with a reputation to hold."

And just quickly as the strange woman appeared, she disappeared. Leaving the reporter in a mental dilemma.

"So there you have it folks, Danielle signing off."

Her fingers found the remote and turned the TV off, her mind on what she had heard and seen.

Grabbing a sticky note from the table and a pen, she made a list.

Marcus Cooper

•Three people dead

•Jessica Jones

•Alias Investigations

Tapping the pen to her lips in thought, she grabbed her laptop hidden under the couch and typed in Alias Investigations.

What she was looking for was right under the name, an address.

485 W 46th ST

Her day off, she realized, was going to be a whole different day than what she thought it was going to be when she woke up.

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