Make the Call
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Chapter Three: Urgent Call
Lisa swiped her credit card and dialed the Lux Atlantic. The phone rang and Jackson scooted closer to her to hear Cynthia. They had one shot at this. Jackson would have to talk her through this.
"Hello, Lux Atlantic Resort, this is Cynthia," answered the cheery redhead.
"Cynthia, it's Lisa again," Lisa spoke quickly. She was beginning to panic.
"Ask her where Keefe is," Jackson whispered near her ear. He knew that she was frightened and unsure. He had to stay calm and remain logical to get her out of the mess that he had created. He had gotten her into this and now he would get her out.
"Has Keefe gotten there yet?" Lisa asked her, ignoring whatever it was that Cynthia had tried to say while Jackson was speaking to her.
Please let Keefe not be there yet. If he already was, then they were too late. There was no way that they could get word to him fast enough to save him. The only chance they had was if he had yet to arrive.
"No, not yet," Cynthia replied and Jackson and Lisa both sighed in relief. "Why?"
"Something's going to happen to Keefe," Lisa told her friend. "I need your help to stop it."
"Lisa, what's going on?"
"Cynthia, Keefe's a target! Keefe is a target!" Lisa screamed into the cell phone that she had stolen from Jackson.
"Tell her that we need to fake his death or you and your dad are dead. Leave me out of this," Jackson whispered to her. Lisa was a smart girl, and she would be able to figure out a way to explain what they needed to Cynthia. "Once they are seen in the hotel room, there's going to be an explosion."
Lisa shook slightly in fear. Trembling all over, she managed to tell Cynthia, "Someone's trying to kill Keefe. I need your help to stop it."
"Oh my god, Leese! They're going to be here any minute! What am I supposed to do?" Cynthia was starting to worry.
"Tell her to relax," Jackson spoke calmly.
Lisa nodded, still trembling. It hurt her to see her this way. He had done this to her. This was all his fault.
"Cynthia, I need you to calm down and listen to me," Lisa ordered, her bravery starting to come back. "I need to talk to his head of security when they arrive. I'll explain it to them. Don't say anything until after I've talked to them."
"You still want them to come here?" questioned Cynthia in disbelief.
"Yes, I still want them to come. If they don't come to hotel and listen to what I have to say, I'm dead too. Cynthia, it's not just about Keefe. It's about me and my dad."
"Lisa, what is going on? Is someone making you do this?"
"No, I'm making things right now. But I can't mess up."
Jackson glanced down at his watch. They were almost out of time. Keefe was going to be there any moment now and if Cynthia panicked, then the Keefe party when scramble off and they were all dead. If Cynthia did not listen, then Lisa, her father, and Jackson were all dead. All because of him and his damn job.
"Give me the phone," ordered Jackson, reaching for the airplane phone. It was time to take matters into his hands.
"What? Why?" asked Lisa, unsure as to what was going on.
"Give me the phone, Leese. Let me talk to her."
Lisa bit her lip before giving him the phone. He shot her a quick smile before his face became serious again and she knew that he was a manager on a job again. He was all business.
"Hello, Cyn-th-ia!" he sang, before he noticed Lisa cringing in her seat. He had said the same thing earlier when he caught her in one of her biggest lies yet.
"Who is this?" demanded Cynthia, completely and utterly confused by the phone tang that she was playing.
"I'm a friend of Lisa's. You have to listen to me. These men are dangerous and they need to be convinced that their plan worked or else they hunt Lisa down and kill her. Do you understand?"
"Yes," mumbled Cynthia.
Jackson sighed. He did not like having to scare her into this, but he could not risk revealing himself, even to Lisa's friend. He would disappear as soon as the flight was over and Lisa was safe. He could not afford to hang around, just in case his employer's found out that Keefe was still alive.
"Good. Now, I need you to remain calm. Do not tell them what is going on when they arrive. Say that there is someone on the phone that needs to speak to Keefe's head of security. Got it?"
"Yes—shit they're here!" exclaimed Cynthia, before she dropped the phone and Jackson could dimly hear her heels skittering across the floor as she raced to greet them.
Jackson stopped breathing again. The next few moments would decide whether or not they lived. These critical moments would decide their lives. If only they would pick up the phone and he could explain the situation to them and they would understand…
That's when the phone went dead.
Author's Notes:
Cliffie! It's evil, but oh well! Next chapter will probably be up tomorrow.