(Hello, I'm so glad you guys are enjoying the story, here's Chapter 4 for ya, Enjoy~!)
As the two men exchange their goodbyes, the groggily P.I. wakes to a splitting headache and proceeds to roll out of bed, with every bit of grace and stumble into the kitchen for...something.
"Hey you're awake this morning, that's unusual," Malcolm says getting a groan from his friend.
"Don't talk... need something... kill headache." He walks over to her and hands her a mug of tea.
"So where's our lovely house guest," she says sarcastically.
"He left this morning and is heading back to the town. I gotta say he is quite an impressive guy."
"Well then why don't you go out with him?" He shakes his head in disapproval.
"Anyway I don't trust him. There's something about him that's ... off. And I'm gonna find out," she drops the mug into the sink, grabs her cloak and starts to head toward the door.
"Jess are you crazy? You can't go into the town in broad daylight. What is someone sees you?" he says pulling her back.
"I have to do something for all we know he could be working for 'them'."
"Normally I agree with you about strange men but you're wrong about this one, I can feel it." She huffs in annoyance.
"Look I know you're worried about me but I'll be fine and if anything goes wrong I duck into the woods and back up here." The gypsy boy thinks it over.
"Fine, but be back before sundown, or no dinner."
"That's why I have this," she pulls out her half empty bottle of whiskey.
As Matt re entered the town, walking side by side with the citizens, he notices something unusual. There were some strange footsteps, trudging through the dirt and a hurried manner. Someone was following him and they were not far behind so he decided to have a little fun with it. He increases his speed through the crowd as the stranger increases their speed. After a while he moves into an alley. The follower does the same thing. As he turns the corner he goes into a sprint. So does the other. Not long before he jumps up to a ledge and into a nearby window. The pursuer stops dead in their tracks. They look around to see if the lawyer ducked into any spaces. He hears a muttered 'Shit' and waits till the stranger walks back into the crowd.
'I hope you enjoyed our game of cat and mouse Ms. Jones.' He chuckles a bit at the thought. As soon as the coast was clear he climbs out of the room, drops to the ground and heads straight to the church.
'Dammit I almost had him, fucking ninja,' she thinks while wandering the streets. It's been a long while since she was last here. Before everything went to hell. Thank god her hood covered most of her face. If word got out that Jessica Jones was back they would have a witch hunt. Wouldn't that be fun, being burned alive. Better than having to go through the painful memories of her past.
Her thoughts get briefly interrupted by the slight of ruby red in the corner of her eyes as the brunette man walks into the church.
'Got you.' She follows into the crowd and up to the church doors. Quickly sliding into the building, she scans around for any site of red. Other than a few people praying to god the building was completely empty. She wanders around to see anything that would lead her to Matt. Behind the podium was a locked door. She carefully pried it off and entered the second room. The atmosphere smelled of burned incense, leather, and wine.
"Catholics," she mutters under her breath as she scans the room. There's a neat bed with a copy of the Holy Bible on the pillow, a table with half eaten bread and a glass of water and a desk nearby with a filled bookshelf. She notices a stack of papers with her name on the top.
'So you've been reading my file, eh Murdock,' she goes through the sheets reading it over.
'Heretic, Witch, Temptress, what garbage.' She puts back the file and goes over to the bookshelf. 'Martin Luther's Ninety-Five Theses, The Comedy of Errors, Foxe's Book of Martyrs... wait what's this?' Jessica grabs a large brown leather bound book. She opens the cover to the first page.
'What the... why is it blank?,' she thinks as she turns through the pages. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Panicking, the PI grabs the large book and exits out the window.
"I would love to give a sermon at Mass next week but I'm quite busy with a case at hand. Any chance one of the other-"
"One of the other?" Matt shushes the old pastor as he feels the room. The air smelled of cheap whiskey and herbs.
"Everything alright Father Murdock?"
"Uhh.. yeah... I'm all good."
"Well as far as any of the others I believe Father Lauren is sick with the flu. Are you sure you can't do it?"
"Let's talk about this another time. I just realized I have somewhere I need to be," he says opening the door for the older man. As the sun starts to set, Jessica rushes through the front door of her home and slams it shut sighing against it.
(Well, that's Chapter 4. Let me know how you feel, Bye~!)