Unpredictable || Kilgrave

5

It took an hour for her to find a taxi, and for the taxi to find the place she was looking for.

But soon she stood in front of the building where her driver had mentioned Alias Investigations was on the fifth floor.

Fingering the frayed edge of her coat sleeve, she wandered in, greeted by stairs and an elevator.

Without any hesitation she chose the latter, pressing the big button labeled 5, and was soon rushing up.

Having a feeling to make herself more presentable, she straightened her grey trenchcoat, and retied her bun. Hoping her outer appearance appeared more confident than the way she felt.

The sound of a ding alerted her destination before the elevators doors slid open, and she was greeted by a hall with a half dark brown and tan walls, with an occasional door. The white, small tiled floors smudged with dirt.

The one at the end though held her attention, as the name Alias Investigations stood plainly against the non see through glass.

Taking a deep breath, she went forward and knocked sharply.

The sound of shuffling was heard before the door swung open, and the woman from the news held a gun to her face.

But upon seeing her, she froze and tucked it in the waistband of her jeans. "Sorry. I thought my nightmares had finally caught up with me."

Liz followed her into the small, but orderly office. Standing by the door in case the trigger happy female decided to do something to her.

"So you're Jessica? I mean Jessica Jones?"

"Yes, why?"

She frowned as the taller woman produced a bottle of whiskey from a desk drawer and took a swig as she leaned against the desk.

"I'm Elizabeth Bradley and I was wondering why you declared suicide for three people's deaths on the news this morning."

"There was no signs of foul play."

But even the inexperienced woman could see the hesitation in the taller woman's eyes.

"I don't believe you. Marcus Cooper was my ex husband, and even though he was a piece of shit, he would never commit suicide. This whole thing seems off."

Jones crossed her arms in front of her, a gleam of interest in her eyes. "Hypothetically I said I believed you, do you know anyone that would want to kill your ex?"

"No."

"Anyone you could've told his name to?"

Immediately an image of Kevin flashed through her mind, but she dismissed it quickly. "No."

"One more question. Have you seen this man?"

Liz was handed a picture, and she indeed recognized him.

"Yes." She whispered, before catching herself.

The other woman shot off the desk like a bullet, eyes frantic. "You saw this exact man?"

It was hopeless to deny it, so she timidly nodded.

"Where?"

Hesitating, she handed the picture back. "Why? What has this man done?"

"That is none of your concern!" She snapped. "I need to know where you saw him."

Thinking carefully about what her answer could do, she made her move. "I saw this man leaving Hell's Kitchen two weeks ago. I had given my umbrella to him."

Jones believed her, Liz could see it. Despite practically everything she had said was a lie.