All Jessica wanted to do was mind her own damn business, drink too much and make money by looking after shitty people who cheated on each other. That wasn't too much to ask, right? Apparently it was, because she couldn't get away from it. She just shook her head at Trish, but didn't say anything. As if she didn't have enough on her plate with this Kilgrave thing.
How come he couldn't be the one to disappear?
"Who the hell are you texting?" Because she had a few guesses, and none of them are good. None. "Yeah. He wanted protection. From whoever the fuck was going to get him. And they got him. So I'm gonna go over to his place and check it out. You want to come?"