Sure most of the money was going to go to booze, but whatever else came after a bottle of the cheap stuff, might be put to cleaning up the place. After the last battle in her apartment, she had cleaned up anything that might hurt her. Glass. Trash. That kind of thing. There was a lot of broken shit. Worse than it usually was, and she had been too busy with lawyers and paper work and trying to get back on her feet that she hadn't really felt like cleaning up properly. She usually brought clients through without them seeing the really bad stuff, and back to her office. It was the one part of the apartment that had been cleaned up.
She took his wallet and gave him a 'oh please' look, before checking on his i.d. and making sure that he was who he said he was. Then she handed the wallet back, clearly satisfied. Avengers huh? Okay. Well that was a little weird, but she would ask about that later. If Kilgrave had still been alive, then she would have assumed that this guy had been working for him. She assumed that about everyone. At least she could stop being paranoid in that regard. Of course, Jessica was paranoid about other things. Like things that could get in her trouble even more than she already was.
It was hard not to pay attention to that sort of thing, she was an investigator, of course she picked up on things like weird snapping sounds. Again she was quiet, just sort of giving him the once over. Trying to figure it out before she opened her mouth and asked. At least he had done his research. And it sounded like he knew a bit of it, but not the whole thing. She could fill him in with what she knew, but there was only one small problem with that.
"It's not that I don't want to say, because as far as I'm concerned, you can put that fucking psychopath behind bars forever. I just don't want anything I say to you, to be used in my trial," she said as she went behind her desk and pulled out a piece of paper. "If you sign this, it just means that whatever I tell you, can't be used against me in a court of law. My lawyer suggested it." She slid the paper and a pen towards him.
Once he was done signing it (and hopefully he would), she went around and sat down. "I don't really have the answers you're looking for, but I can tell you what I saw and heard. I don't know how much you know of my case and Kilgrave but the short of it is, Simpson was a cop who got whammied by Kilgrave and ordered to kill my friend Trish, because she said some bad things on the radio, and he's an ego maniac. When you get told to do something by Kilgrave, you're not able to stop trying to do what he told you to do. I had to drug Trish to make him think she was dead. After that he was obsessed with killing Kilgrave."
Which shouldn't have been a problem, and sometimes Jessica thought she should have just let him try. "I wanted him alive, I honestly did. So that I could get Hope Schlottman out of jail. To prove Kilgrave existed. Anyway he got a hold of some buddies. There were a couple of them. Don't know names, but I'd know their faces. They were military, like Simpson. I managed to subdue Kilgrave with drugs, in order to take him to a place where his voice wouldn't work on people. They tried to stop me, but I left with Kilgrave. Apparently before I had knocked him out, Kilgrave ordered the neighbor of the house he was infesting to make a bomb and give it to Simpson. He probably should have died. But he didn't. I'm not sure what happened to the rest of the men though."
The fact that Simpson hadn't died was telling, but she still hadn't understood it then. "Trish took him to the hospital. Because she has horrible taste in men. But from what she told me, he didn't want to go to the hospital, he wanted to call this doctor he knew. Doctor.. Kozlov.. I think. He showed up and they kicked Trish out. I don't know what happened then."
That was at least the first part of it. "That's when it went from bad to worse."