"But almost immediately after that, I thought to myself, 'what the hell?' That sort of thing is just so nasty… so unnecessary. After all, what has Wendy ever done to me?" I shake my head and sigh before locking eyes with the suddenly pale lawyer.
"I can't have people actively plotting my death. And we both know that threatening you won't really stop you from hiring a sniper. So you have to die now. I've just been trying to decide the best way to go about it."
I fall quiet for a second as I think and Jeri takes that moment to speak up finally, "Just… please…"
She cuts herself off, seeming to think better of whatever she wanted to ask of me. I raise an eyebrow at that, "Finish your sentence."
She swallows convulsively as the words are forced out, "Please leave Pam alone."
I blink, "Ah, yes. The woman you left your wife for. She is quite the beautiful one, isn't she? Not bisexual though I don't think."
That gets a confused blink from Hogarth so I elaborate, "I'm not inclined to play around with sexual orientations. Might seem silly, I know, but I do have my standards. Those who bat for the other team are safe from my clutches. As to what you actually fear though, I have no intention of going after Pam to get back at you or something. I don't think she knows much about me anyways, does she?"
I peer at Hogarth and decide to make that an order, "Tell me the truth about what Pam knows about me and how likely she is to try to take revenge if she finds out I forced you to kill yourself."
The woman used to such control and power winces as she's forced to answer, "She knows you exist but doesn't know any details. She doesn't even know what you look like. She's not the type of person to come after you, she'd be more afraid than anything if she finds out."
Smiling, I nod in agreement, "Glad to hear it. The truth will set us free won't it? Well then, I think it's time for you to be on your way."
I step forward and speak clearly and concisely, "Drive your car as deeply into the river as you can and drown. Do not hesitate, do not make any detours or stops. I want this to be crystal clear, you are going to kill yourself. You are committing suicide. Drive in with your windows down. Find a spot that gets you deep, don't use a shore."
I can't really think of anything else to make sure she is definitely going to die, so I fall silent and watch as Hogarth gets into her car and drives off. Letting out a breath I rub the bridge of my nose. She'd be dead within the hour and no matter how much Kilgrave tried to claim his hands were clean in the show, I knew without a doubt that I had killed Jeri Hogarth.
It'd been a hard decision to make, but if there was one avenue of attack I feared more than anything else now that I was in this body with these powers, it was the idea of a sniper. How was I supposed to defend against such a thing? Frankly, I was shocked that nobody had brought up the idea in the show, Simpson especially.
Speaking of Simpson, I'd have to keep an eye out for him. Not that he had any idea where I was, but it really did not make me feel secure given that he was the most free floating of my new list of targets. The other three at least had residences, places I knew I'd find them at. I suppose I could expect Simpson to show up at Trish's eventually… I should probably even be watching for that, try to get in on that and deal with Simpson in one of the few times I knew where he'd be.
Such thoughts could wait until I'd dealt with my more immediate problems though. I needed a van for the equipment of my two new scientists, and I needed a place to stay. Preferably somewhere nice, given that I really saw no reason to sleep in squalor when I could take the home of anyone I wanted.