Getting the remains of Kilgrave's unborn child out of cold storage wasn't exactly a cakewalk, but it also wasn't exactly difficult with my powers. With Hogarth dead, no one should come looking for the fetus anyways, given that using it to replicate mind control powers had been a bust anyways. So with what amounted to a high tech icebox in the trunk, we made a stop by Alexis' place and I dropped her off with the materials for Albert and Louise and told her she could do as she liked until I returned, so long as she stayed in the house.
With Trish now driving and the sun having set, we made our way to her apartment and I had her begin preparing dinner while we waiting for Simpson to arrive. Watching her cook, I had a thought I figured Trish could answer, "Has Jessica figured it out yet?"
She looks at me blankly so I sigh, "Come on now, she's not entirely stupid. After my escape from that cell, she has to have realized she's immune to my control now."
That gets recognition from Trish and she nods, "Oh! Yes. She doesn't know for sure, but she thinks so yes. She said there had to be a reason you still weren't trying to control her after making it clear you didn't want a relationship anymore."
I nod slowly at that, "Well thought out. Yes, for the moment she's immune. I'm working on fixing that. You'd like that."
Trish smiles at me, "I'd like that."
I can't help grinning, "Yes, all of us would be so much happier if Jessica would just relax and listen to me. You want all of us to be happy."
She nods, still smiling vacantly, "I want all of us to be happy."
Chuckling, I lounge back on the couch I'd been sitting on, "Good girl."
The praise causes the attended reaction in Trish, her face becoming hot as she bites her lower lip in this adorable way, but any thought of going further with that is cut off by the doorbell ringing. I'm on my feet and following Trish as she heads to the door and activates the screen to see who's waiting on the other side. I can't help smiling when I see Simpson on the other side.
I'm admittedly excited, so I open the door straight away. Simpson's eyes widen in horror as he sees my face instead of Trish's, but I'm already talking before he can react, "Do nothing but what I tell you to do. Come inside and sit on the couch."
He does exactly as I say, if a bit mechanically as I have Trish close and secure the door before going back to making dinner. She looks at Simpson oddly for a long moment and it takes me a second to realize what I'm seeing is intensity. She still wants to help me stop Simpson because of my earlier order. I grin at that even as I sit down across from the ex-merc turned cop.
A moment later the smile slips from my face. Right, I'm getting ready to send a man to his death. This is a serious situation, and I need to treat it with the gravity it deserves. Looking at Simpson, I ask the first and most important question, "Answer everything I ask you truthfully. Did you tell Koslov or anyone in his organization about me?"
"No."
I'd thought so given my memories of the show but it was a relief to know for sure… still, "Do you believe they know about me already?"
"No."
Good, that was covered. It was possible he was wrong, but at the very least he sounded sure and evidence pointed to the idea that if they had known about Kilgrave, they would have grabbed him in the show, "Alright then. When you leave, you're going to forget everything you know about me. Then, you're going to go make a large enough bomb to kill yourself and everyone around you. Take it to where ever Koslov's base of operations is and once you're within kill range of him, I want you to detonate it. Is this all viable?"
"Yes."