Long tongued Liar
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The case hadn’t gone well. And that was putting it mildly. Her client was a mousy little woman who wanted dirt on her ex-boyfriend to get him to back off. His stalking was getting out of control and she wanted to move on. Easy stuff. Open and shut. The information gathered, Jessica had given it to the waifish woman and never expected to hear anything more. A week later, she got a call from the hospital because they’d found her business card in a Jane Doe’s pocket; her client’s pocket. The woman was unconscious, no identification, and was abandoned in front of the hospital for medical care.
The stern nurse told her that they were informing the police. Jessica would be called in for questioning to see what she knew about the woman’s broken arm and fractured skull. Just like that, in the hot seat again. She swore they were going to name one of the interrogation rooms after her, as frequently as she visited. She didn’t bother to wait for the officer to show up and left her office for a walk.
Responsibility was a burden, she informed the boyfriend an hour later outside from seedy strip joint. He had difficulty paying her the attention she deserved with her forearm pressing so hard against his throat. He sputtered and started to turn blue and she just bared her teeth and pressed harder. She should have brought him the information herself instead of trusting that he wasn’t going to beat the shit out of a woman just trying to get him to leave her alone, she told him. Men like him, thinking that they were owed something they weren’t made her want to set the world on fire, she whispered as he struggled to gasp for air. It was a stranger’s face, but all she saw was Kilgrave.
It would be so easy. Just a little, tiny bit more pressure and problem solved. Bones crumble to dust and there would be one last asshole. The thought scared her enough to release him, but not enough to avoid the hole through the wall she left in her wake.
Bystanders rushed to the man gasping on the sidewalk as she turned to stalk down the sidewalk.
She couldn’t quite hide the tremble in her clenched hands, the hitch in her breath.