Bad News
When Matt woke up, early the next morning, Rose was gone. He could still smell the shower gel in the bathroom and the coffee she’d made before leaving. He turned around in bed, listening to the streets. People were going on with their lives already while he was still wondering what would happen now that the government knew about him. Karen wasn’t in her apartment, probably on her way to work.
He let out a long sigh and pulled himself out of bed. He had to show up at the office. Rose’s phone wasn’t on the coffee table like she’d left it the other nights. Her bag wasn’t on the armchair anymore. He pushed the door of his bathroom. The towel was in the washing machine. In the kitchen, she’d cleaned the cup she’d drunk from. She’d erased all traces of her stay there. It would take weeks before people stopped wondering about the girl with the flower shop. Months before they’d all have forgotten about her.
Rose Parsons was gone.
***
Fleur Penquist was still in New York however.
She’d hoped to be far away from Hell’s Kitchen by the time she pushed the door of the coffee shop, but here she was. It didn’t take long before she spotted William sitting by the window, his eyes deeply lost in his coffee. She ordered two at the counter and joined him.
“You haven’t slept,” she stated, dropping her bag next to her chair.
He looked up, not surprised to see her. His eyes were red, and his arm wouldn’t be moving for a very long time. He then looked down and frowned. “What’s this ?”
“I’m leaving,” she mumbled. “Job done.”
William’s eyes opened wide. “No.”
“Yep.” The waitress stopped by, placed the two cups of coffee on the table and walked away. “Same cut.”
“But you saw it last night.” She nodded. “And you’re only leaving now ?” Now that Rose had apparently nothing to say for herself, he slowly shook his head. “Yeah, why not fuck up even more, uh,” he scoffed. “You’ll be happy to know that-” As he was searching through his backpack, William tilted his head to the right, looking through the window. “You’re taking a souvenir ?”
Rose sighed. “She’s following me."
“But she’s… F, she’s right there.”
“I know,” she calmly replied, sipping on her coffee. “But she’s the main reason my cover got blown, so I’ll let her have fun for a while.”
Rose had noticed Karen less than 30 seconds after she’d left Matt’s building. It wasn’t a problem. The second she’d get too close, Marianne would send someone to stop her for a random check and buy Rose enough time to get away.
“You could sleep with her, too. That’d be fun.” Rose kicked his leg under the table, forcing him to look away from Karen’s car. He took a sip of coffee and kept looking through his stuff. “I suggest you don’t go back to the office.”
“Why not ?”
“Marianne will have you handcuffed to a table before you can say that fucker’s name,” he replied, pushing a file towards her. “Your father’s officially missing.
Rose immediately opened it. There wasn’t much. None of them were reported missing without a good reason. She’d had her differences with William, but he would’ve never done that if he hadn’t been sure there was a problem. Her father was gone, and instead of staying with William while he’d been trying to find a lead, she’d stayed with Matt. Her mind was all over the place. She’d barely slept, and she was now trying to understand these locations, dates, calls, and missed reports.
“Do you know where he is ?” she asked, looking at her father’s credit card’s receipts. There had been nothing for days, ever since he’d been supposed to take her mother out of New York.
William nodded. “His last call was made from an apartment nearby,” he said, pointing at a line on the first page. “Unanswered, but the line belongs to your mother. She got it when she got to the US a month ago.”
A month, Rose thought. Her mother had been looking for her for a month, and she hadn’t met her yet. She went to incredible lengths, and she didn’t know where she was. She looked down on the page and held her breath. That was where she was. The apartment was in her name. Rented until the end of the month.
She looked back at William and frowned. “Why are we here ? You could’ve told me that while I was handcuffed to a table.”
He leaned forward. “Because we both know the protocol, and I’m coming with you.”
Leaving New York wasn’t in any of Rose’s plans anymore. Her father was missing, and her mother probably had information about him. She was their only lead. She left the table, grabbed her bag and nodded at William. “Let’s go meet my mother, then.”
***
Karen waited for Rose’s car to turn around the corner before following her. She’d heard her leaving early in the morning. She hadn’t understood why she’d taken her bag with her, but it was clear now. Rose knew about Matt, and whatever investigation she had going on was over. She couldn’t have found his suit, he’d been hiding it in the office for over a week, ever since they’d discovered the bug in her terrarium.
Something had happened between Rose, Matt, and the guy from the print shop. There was no reason for them to be having coffee together, and he was looking way worse than the last time Karen had seen him.
She tried to call Matt, but gave up after the second ringtone and instead called Foggy, making sure to keep three cars between her and Rose. “Foggy, it’s me,” she said, pressing her foot on the accelerator when the lights turned orange. “I’m following Rose.”
“Why would you do that ?” he yawned.
“She left Matt’s loft this morning. With her bag,” she quickly added.
Something was going on on Foggy’s side. Karen looked at the time. She was probably waking him up. “Anything happened to him ?” he asked after a minute. “Did you talk ? I left before him last night, did you-”
“No,” she admitted. “I think I was sleeping when he got back. She went to pick him up, right ? Did she find his suit over there ?”
“How should I know,” he almost shouted. “Look, I’m going to see if he’s still alive.”
“She wouldn’t-”
“I’m going. Don’t get too close,” he firmly said.
Karen let another car drive past her and stopped holding her breath. She could still see the white mini on the other end of the street. “She’s with the guy who attacked her, Foggy,” she said in a quiet voice. “And she looked pretty pissed when they got out after their coffee, and he looks like he’s been in another fight.”
Foggy sighed. “Be careful,” he said. “Call me if you see something strange, okay ?” He scoffed and corrected himself : “Call me whenever she’s moving.”
“And you when you see Matt,” she replied. “I’m sorry I didn’t check up on him first.”
They both promised to call each other back, and he left to get dressed before Marci asked about what they were doing so early. He didn’t want to get her involved in all of this even more. Karen quickly hung up, and kept following Rose until she parked in front of a building.
She knew that building. Rose’s mother was living there. Karen grabbed her notes as Rose and her friend were walking up the stairs. It made no sense that they’d come here. From what they’d gathered, Rose had never lied about not seeing her mother for 16 years. She was probably not even aware that there was a woman looking for her in New York. And now she was bringing a random guy there ? Even if they’d been working together all along, Matt had said that Rose’s mother most likely didn’t know about her daughter’s job since she’d left because of her husband’s.
Instead of calling, Karen texted Foggy and waited. They’d be out soon, since the neighbor hadn’t seen Eva in days. She couldn’t have been back in the last 24 hours. Something made her leave town, and that was one of the mysteries they still had to solve.
***
“Where did you get that ?” Rose asked as William was putting his universal pass back in his pocket.
“Stole it.”
“Where ?”
“Marianne’s office.”
She smiled. “Nice. Another breach of protocol,” she scoffed. He was already walking towards the elevator, but she grabbed his sleeve and forced him to take a step back. “Wait,” she breathed out. He arched a brow at her. “Just give me a minute.”
“Sure, because that’s time we can waste,” William sighed. He freed himself from her grip, but when he called the elevator and the doors opened, she was still standing by the door. He rolled his eyes and walked back to her. “She wants to see you.”
“But I’m just looking for my father.”
“Then tell her.”
Rose winced. “She’s been looking for me for a month, and I show up on her doorstep only because I want to see the parent I’ve already seen for the last 16 years. Sure, she’s gonna take that pretty well.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered. “I’m not here for your family drama, F. I want to find your father.” He pushed her towards the elevator and waited for the doors to open again.
Rose didn’t want to be there. She knew that she had to come here, but that wasn’t how she’d pictured a reunion with her mother. That was only another thing that she’d add to the list of other things that hadn’t gone as planned ever since she’d asked for that case. She was even beginning to wonder if it had been a good idea, after all.
The automatic doors opened. William and Rose stepped aside to let the couple through, but they simply stared at them with wide eyes.
“What the-” the woman said.
Rose and William exchanged a brief look. They were indeed an odd couple. One of them looked like a train had run him over, and the other was pale enough to look dead. “Sorry,” Rose quickly said, showing them the way to go. “We’re only here to see-”
“Your mother,” the woman finished. “You’re Eva’s daughter, right ? I knew she’d find you !” She took a step in Rose’s direction and hugged her, much to the younger woman’s discomfort. The man tapped on his wife’s shoulder, and she immediately let go. “I’m sorry. I just… Was it the blonde woman who told you where to find her ?”
“The blon-”
“Karen,” Rose finished, nudging at William. “Yes. She gave me her address.” At some point, Rose thought, someone would have to try and recruit her. “Is my mother here ?”
“Haven’t seen her in days,” the woman said. She turned to her husband and frowned. “Sunday, was it ?”
“Yeah, think so,” he replied. “But we don’t talk every day.”
William handed them a picture of Edward. “Have you seen him ? He stopped by on Tuesday.”
They both shook their heads and William took their place in the elevator, leaving Rose to be the polite one. He kept the doors open as she was thanking them for the second time and promising them to stop by for dinner with her mother. Pleasantries were a torture, even more when they both had better things to do.
“Would it kill you to be nice ?” she asked as they finally stepped onto the third floor.
“Let’s not find out.”
There was no other apartment on that floor, no one else to ask about Eva. They walked by the utility room and knocked on the only door with a number on it. Unsurprisingly, no one replied. William was ready to break it down, but Rose pressed a hand on his shoulder.
She turned the handle, and the door opened. He arched a brow at her. “Karen’s been here. She doesn’t have a key.” She sighed. “You should do something about all that anger.”
“You got laid last night,” he snapped back. “I drove my sorry ass to the hospital, went through everything I was able to access about your father while they were putting a new cast on my arm. I was high, and I still managed to do all the work. I haven’t slept and unlike you, I have people who care if I come home or not at night, so pardon me if I’m a little on edge.”
She raised her hands in defense and let him in first.
A part of herself was still hoping that it was all a false alert. Rose knew that her mother would’ve never done anything to hurt her father. He could’ve tried something to rekindle an old flame, and was now drowning his pain in a lot of alcohol. That was unlikely, but that was the only thought that kept her from letting the guilt take over. William was right. He’d done more for her father than she had.
“So,” she said as she was looking through her mother’s clothes, “do you have your own father or what ?”
“Yeah.”
“And ?”
“Yours isn’t a criminal,” he mumbled.
She closed the drawer and moved on to the bedside table. She recognized the box that had been placed on it. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened it. Like she’d expected, it was filled with pictures of her. Some were missing. Rose knew that, because she’d been the one to fill it in the first place. Many years ago, when she was still hoping for her mother to come back, thinking that she’d feel guilty for missing so much of her daughter’s life. As her fingers were going through the dozens of photographs, she realized that more had been added to the box. She’d stopped hoping for something that would never happen a few weeks after starting college. Some of them had been taken long after that. Only one other person had known about the existence of that box, and had apparently kept adding to it in the hopes that Eva would one day come back for the child she’d abandoned.
William laughed, drawing Rose out of her thoughts. “She’s still here.”
“Karen ?”
“Yeah.” He looked away from the window and arched a brow at Rose. “Anything ?”
“Old pictures of me,” she replied, closing the box. “Found anything of my father’s ?” He shook his head. “It’s weird that she’s been looking at pictures of me for so long and didn’t try to contact me. If I’d been her, I would’ve stopped by,” she said, remembering that day she’d spent in Switzerland, watching her mother and her new family.
He sat next to her. “You’ve never seen her around ?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe when you were closed ?”
She looked up. “That woman, she said she hasn’t seen my mother since Sunday, right ? Matt told me I missed a sale on Sunday. A woman who asked about me or something.” He hadn’t been able to tell her anything more, but she’d blamed it on his lack of sight. Now, everything was in doubt. “How did Karen find her ?”
They spent a few seconds in silence, until William punched her arm. “Didn’t you send them the footage of your cameras for the investigation ? You had one on the front door.”
“That’s where I saw Matt when I got back from Vanessa’s,” she replied. “So she comes to my shop, talks to Matt, and then she stops answering my father’s calls. How many ?”
“32. And then your father comes here,” William continued, “calls her one last time, and disappears.” He rushed back to the window and opened it. For a second, Rose thought that he was tired of being an asshole and had decided to end his life, but he quickly put his head back inside. “No cameras.”
“So we got nothing,” she sighed. “It’s time to beg Marianne to let us work on this.”
She grabbed her box and walked back to the door, William close behind her. “You know who’ll be the first suspect, right ?”
“He didn’t do it.”
“Sure ? Because-”
“He didn’t do it,” she firmly repeated. Rose wasn’t sure of many things anymore, but Matt had nothing to do with her father’s disappearance. Or her mother’s, if she was also missing. She was more suspicious of the neighbors than she was of the man who’d refused to kill Wilson Fisk when he’d had the chance.
William shrugged and followed her back into the hallway. This time, Rose was the one waiting for him by the elevator. He pointed at the utility room. “You think Page got in there, too ?”
He didn’t wait for an answer and kicked the door open. She ran after him and entered the room, leaving him to check on the laundry while she was looking for a schedule. The one from her building was always pinned on the back of the front door. Rose glared at William and pulled it from the floor. She painfully managed to get it to stand on the top of her head, tore the piece of paper away and let it fall back down.
“What the fuck are you doing ?” William asked.
She let out a heavy sigh, refraining herself from insulting him. He’d done most of the work, and one of his arms was already double-broken. She ignored his question and shoved the cleaning schedule into his remaining arm. “No one’s been there since Monday.”
They began searching the room. Methodically, every cabinet was being checked, every trash bag, every bin. Edward Penquist hadn’t vanished. They found nothing, until William opened one more empty closet and closed it almost immediately.
“Seen any clean cloth ?” he asked. “They have to clean with something, right ? Dust and stuff.”
“Nothing.”
“Me neither.”
Almost at the same time, they ran back into the hallway, William looking up while Rose was on her knees. It wasn’t long before they both found something.
“Something’s been taken off the wall,” William said, looking at the discoloration on the wallpaper. He noticed the hole on the top corner of the wall. “I think it took a bullet.”
“I have a few drops of blood down here,” she replied from the other side of the hallway.
Rose got up and stood still for a few seconds. She took her own gun out and aimed at the wall where William was standing, and then at the stairs behind him. “Trapshooting,” she said. “Something absorbed the full force of the bullet.”
“What does trapshooting have to do with this ?” William asked.
“My father and I go once a month,” she replied. “It’s fun.”
He winced. “Can’t you go to the shooting range, like normal people ?”
“Targets aren’t moving,” she calmly said. She turned to look at the wall behind her. “You didn’t happen to steal a bottle of luminol, by the way ?”
William joined her. He hadn’t, but he’d cleaned more blood in his life that he would’ve wanted. “Bleach,” he said. “Badly diluted, right here,” he said, showing her a lighter part of the wall.
Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her father had been shot. William had checked all of his known identities, and nothing had come up in any hospital. He’d been shot, and he could’ve been dead already. Another deep breath. He could’ve been alive. She was certain that her mother hadn’t been the one to shoot him. Coming back only to kill the father of the child she was hoping to reconcile with ? It made no sense.
“F,” William whispered. “Your shop, Fisk’s wife admitted that it was Poindexter, right ?” She nodded. “And we know that they both wanted to keep tabs on your boyfriend. He’s been watching your shop.”
“I really look like my mother,” she added.
“He sees her talking to Murdock, follows her and takes her. He has her phone, sees all of your father’s messages, and comes to get him too.”
“He shot him,” she said, her voice trembling. “He never misses.”
“If Ed was dead, that lunatic would’ve hung him in the middle of Murdock’s living-room for you to see,” he argued. “He’s alive.” He looked back at the wall and nodded. “Not enough bleaching for someone to have bled to death, but… wait. Shots have been fired here. At least two, right ? You’re telling me no one called the police ?”
Rose shook her head. “It’s Hell’s Kitchen. When there’s a gunshot, you don’t call the police. You hide and you hope that Daredevil is near your house.” She walked back to the stairs and motioned him to follow. As William walked past her, she handed him her gun. “Keep it until we leave Vanessa’s place.”
“You wouldn’t shoot a pregnant woman.”
“I would if she was involved in my father’s death,” she coldly replied.
***
Things were certainly more interesting outside than with the flower girl’s parents, Dex thought. He’d thought about speeding things up a bit when he’d noticed the state of the old man, but they all decided to play nice and did it themselves. And now, he only had to make sure everything was going according to his plans.
As he was following Karen’s car, he realized that they were all heading towards Vanessa’s penthouse. That wasn’t how he’d planned it, but he would still be able to work things out. Instead of following the road leading to the main parking lot, he turned left and chose the service entrance. No one would be looking for him there.
He climbed as high as he could without taking the risk of being seen and watched as Rose and William were rushing inside. Karen stopped further away. He sat there, considering his options. He didn’t have many left. The flower girl knew that he was back, and her driving here meant that she’d known about his involvement with the Fisks. There was no time to lose anymore.
Dex jumped from his hiding spot and got back into his van. He left the same way he’d gotten there in the first place and stopped behind Karen’s car. She was taking her phone. He couldn’t have that happen. He still needed a little more time. He grabbed the gun next to him and sighed. It would’ve been so easy to kill her now, when he’d tried so many times before and failed.
But he needed her alive this time. She’d be dead soon enough. He shot a first bullet through the windshield of her car. He threw the gun away and grabbed the second one, waiting for the right time. Panicked, Karen moved to get down from the driver’s seat. For 8 seconds, she disappeared from his sight. Her head popped back up. Their eyes met.
He shot the sedative through the hole made by the bullet and hit her shoulder.
As soon as her head hit the driver’s seat, he joined her. She was terrible at following people, but that was his luck. She’d chosen one of the few spots where no one was ever parking. He grabbed her unconscious body and threw her in the back of his van. Before leaving, he went back to her car and looked for her purse.
He threw her wallet at Rose’s car, making sure to buy himself a little more time to have everything ready, and drove off.
***
Of course Rose had already been worried before. She’d been terrified. She’d felt guilty about many things. Her father being missing and most likely shot by Benjamin Poindexter because she’d been unable to shoot him the first time they’d met was surpassing all of this. If anything happened to him, she knew it’d be her fault. Her own fault, but not only. That man didn’t come back here on his own. He’d been working with Vanessa, and she was just as guilty as he was.
She stormed inside the apartment and started shouting. “Vanessa !” she called. Security had to have told her about their visit already, she was probably hiding somewhere. Rose was about to call for her again, search every single room, when Vanessa joined them, holding a gun.
“What do you want ?” she asked, aiming at Rose. She turned to William and frowned. “Who are you ? Did she do that to you ?”
“What ? No.”
“It was Matt,” Rose calmly said, her hands shaking by her sides. Vanessa didn’t look surprised. On the contrary, the shadow of a smile appeared in the corner of her mouth. “You knew.”
“I did.”
Rose wanted to take a minute to try and understand how neither Fisk or Vanessa had told her about it. If she hadn’t been through the worst week of her life, which was still getting worse, she would’ve taken that minute. Instead, she grabbed her gun from the back of William’s pants and aimed at Vanessa. “Which one of us do you think will shoot faster ?” she asked.
“Is that why you’re here ?” Vanessa asked back. “Because you learned the truth about him ?”
“He could be Santa Claus and I wouldn’t give more shits about it,” she replied. “Where’s my father ?”
“Your… What does your father have to do with it ? I thought your mother-”
Rose pulled the trigger. The bullet flew right past Vanessa’s ear and exploded a vase behind her. William threw her a concerned look but remained silent. It worked. Vanessa dropped her own weapon and got on her knees. “Where’s my father ?” she asked again.
“I don’t know,” Vanessa breathed out, her eyes closed.
“Where’s Poindexter ?” William tried.
“I don’t-”
“Call him.”
Vanessa stared at Rose. That woman had gone mad. She had to obey, or she’d kill her baby, there was no doubt about it. She nodded and looked at her phone on the table. William handed it to her while Rose was keeping her aim at the pregnant woman.
Dex was driving when he answered the call. They all heard the engine very clearly, as well as the usual morning traffic. “Yes ?”
Vanessa took a deep breath. “I need you here,” she said, praying to be convincing enough. Not for the psychopath on the other end of the line, but for the one ready to shoot her at the first inconvenience. “It’s about Matt Murdock, I think he’s looking into our business.”
For a few seconds, Dex didn’t say anything. He was still driving, but didn’t say a word. “I’m on my way,” he finally said.
He hung up, and Vanessa sat on the floor. She refused William’s help to get back on her feet and simply rested her back against the legs of the nearest chair. “Was that enough ?” she asked with a shaky voice.
“We’ll wait for him down-”
“He’ll kill you,” Vanessa stopped Rose. “I hope you kill each other.”
Rose gave her gun back to William and kneeled by Vanessa’s side. “Here’s what you should be hoping for,” she softly said. “Hope for my parents to be in good health. If they’re not, I’ll hold you personally responsible for any harm caused to them. Matt let you walk free, but I’m not a catholic, Vanessa. I’m only as nice as I can be, and you’ve pushed your luck too far.”
She walked away. Security didn’t try to stop them when they went down the stairs to wait for Dex. It took a few minutes for William to finally be able to say something. “You should be at the print shop,” he calmly told her as they were walking back to the car. “You were ready to shoot her.”
“I wasn’t. I never aimed at her,” she coldly replied.
He grabbed her arm and forced her to stop. “You know there’ll be no consequence if you cause something to her or her child. It’s only paperwork,” he said. “But you won’t be able to live with it when you calm down.”
“She brought him back.”
“And she’ll face the consequences of her actions for it,” he argued. “But you scared her shitless, F. You’ve studied these people more than anyone else, you know she’s not the type to stay on the floor. Look, I don’t mind the good cop / bad cop thing, but I would’ve thought that you’d be the good cop.”
Rose let out a long sigh. William was right. She was losing it, and it’d end with someone dying because of it. “Yeah, sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just… I should’ve been more worried about him.”
He arched a brow at her. “You don’t think it’s your fault, right ?” he asked, following her again. “It’s that guy, not you.”
“I should’ve known.”
“Fine,” he sighed, rolling his eyes at her. “Your fault, then. I’ll tell Ed to disown you.” He opened the passenger’s door and stepped on something. He grabbed the wallet from the ground and opened it. “Fuck,” he breathed out.
Rose stretched her arm, thinking that he needed help opening the door. “What ?” He handed her the opened wallet. “Shit.”
She left her car and rushed away from the parking lot. It wasn’t long for her to spot Karen’s car on the other side of the street. As soon as they reached it, they noticed the bullet hole in the windshield. Karen’s purse was still in there.
“You think he took her ?” William asked. “So he’s been following us.”
“He’s not coming back here,” Rose said. “We need help.”
***
“You have to run,” Foggy insisted. “Hide, get out of town for a while. The church can take you back, right ?”
Matt left his bedroom, finally dressed, and shook his head. “I don’t think she’s going to arrest me.”
“How can you be sure ?”
“I just know,” he replied. “She could’ve taken me with her when she left this morning.”
Foggy frowned. He remembered quite clearly his friend saying that he’d come back from another fight in the evening. It made no sense that she’d stayed and only left in the morning, but that was also what Karen had told him. He kept staring at Matt. “Tell me you didn’t.”
“We know she’s a good person,” Matt argued. “We don’t know why it was so important for her to know.”
“You’re a good person, and you’re beating people up, Matt,” Foggy shouted. “You need to leave before she gets him back here. Karen saw them together, they were having coffee.”
“Have you heard from her again ?” Matt asked, standing in front of him.
“Not yet, but she was following them.”
Matt pressed a hand on Foggy’s shoulder and smiled. “If they were coming for me, Karen would’ve known. She would’ve-” He stopped and turned towards the front door. “They’re here.”
“Oh, shit,” Foggy whispered. “Go. I’ll buy you some-”
He didn’t get to finish. Someone kicked the door open. Rose said something, the man rushed towards Matt, who pushed Foggy behind him. He tried to understand what was going on, but only a few seconds later, Matt was holding the man in a chokehold, both of them kneeling on the floor, and Rose had a gun pointed at Matt.
“Everyone, stop !” he shouted at them. “Matt, let go of him, you have a gun to your head.”
“She’s not-”
“She will shoot,” Foggy stopped him.
“No,” Matt calmly insisted, “because she’s aiming at the couch.”
Rose smiled. “Let him go,” she said. “We’re not here to fight.”
“He broke my door down.”
“You broke my arm,” William snapped back. “Twice.”
Foggy took a step towards them, holding his hands up. “We’re all having a very bad week,” he said. “We can all sit down and talk this through.”
“We don’t- Oh, fuck this.” William’s elbow violently found Matt’s ribs. He got up and held his hand out to him. “We’re not here to fight,” he said.
Rose took away her gun and threw Karen’s wallet at Foggy, who stared at her in shock. “We think Benjamin Poindexter has Karen.”
“You’ve been working against us for months,” Matt argued, standing in front of her.
“He has my parents.”
“Shit,” Foggy breathed out. “What do you need ?”
Rose was tired, and out of options. William was too hurt and exhausted to keep going, she was losing her mind, and more people were disappearing. She glanced at Matt and sighed. “Him. I’d like to get everyone back without casualties, and he’s the only person we know who’s made it against Poindexter. Matt,” she added, turning to face him. “I know you have no reason to trust me, but I really need Daredevil’s help right now.”