Let the Right One In
Summary: Just when Lisa thought that her life was back on track, Jack makes an unexpected appearance that throws her life, and her sanity out of balance. Even with the shoulder of her new friend, Emilee Carson, to fall onto, will Lisa be safe?
Prologue
The call came at one in the morning. Jackson rolled over in his bed with a groan. Who would be calling him at this hour?
The light hurt his eyes as he searched for the phone on his cluttered night stand. He picked up and pressed the phone to his ear.
"Morning Jackson." The voice was deep and familiar. It was his boss.
Jackson sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "What is it?"
"We have a job for you." He said bluntly.
"I'm on vacation." Jackson was about to put the phone back on the receiver when his boss shouted through the phone.
"Wait Rippner." There was a short pause as Jack put the phone back to his ear.
"I'm listening."
"It involves a certain woman. Lisa Reisert."
He stood on his feet and walked to his wardrobe, pulling out a shirt. "What's the job?"
He waited for the car to show up. He stood with his luggage to the left and an already lit cigarette in between his fingers. Jackson took a long draw and threw it to the ground. He looked over his shoulder and pulled out a small picture of Lisa from his blazer pocket. He stared at it with an angry expression. His thoughts of her were broken by a tap on his shoulder. Jackson looked down at an elderly woman standing behind him.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, but can you help me put my bag on this trolley?" she looked up at him with a sense of desperateness and friendliness.
He sighed a little and smiled slightly, putting the picture in his pocket. "Of course." He grabbed her suitcase by the handle and placed it onto the trolley.
"Was that picture of your wife?"
"No. Just an old friend." He looked at her and turned the trolley until the handle was in front of her.
"Are you coming to visit her?" she asked nosily.
A sadistic smirk appeared on Jackson's face. "You could say that." The car pulled up behind him. He turned and grabbed his luggage, throwing it into the trunk of the car. The car door opened, as if someone from the inside pushed it open. He got into the car, holding onto the outside of his blazer.
"Welcome home Rippner."
Jackson smiled at his partner, and lover with affection. "It's good to be home."