Trish at least had the decency to look sheepish when she looked back at Jess after texting her mother. She pushed her hair back behind one ear and bit her lip before shrugging noncommittally.
"Um, probably not. But I'm in this, it's only fair I pull my weight too, right?"
Her phone vibrated a few times with a string of texts from her mother, expressing shock, then something demeaning, then naming a time and a place. And some requests regarding outfit, makeup and hair. Asshole. Trish inhaled sharply and shoved her phone into her bag. "Okay, step one's down. So this Whizzer guy. He wanted your protection not your PI services?"