"What the hell..." Trish covered her forehead with her hand and sighed. She looked to Jess with compassion. "Have you talked to the police yet? I'm sure they'd come calling if you were right there."
And if she knew them, and she sort of did, they'd try to pin Jessica for it even if the killer made it look like an accident and there was nothing tying Jess to the murder scene except her standing vaguely there. The fact that the man had been seeking her out was probably enough to raise suspicions.
"Yeah, exactly. You 'poofed' out of existence for twenty days while supposedly recovering from serious injuries. So I doubt you took a walk and got lost."
Jessica's question seemed to have an obvious answer to Trish, who scoffed in disbelief. "Well, don't you want to find out? What they did to you? Who else they might've done it to? What if this has something to do with IGH, Jess? They paid your medical bills for no discernible reason. What if weird super soldier pills isn't the only thing they're up to?"