"Hey, Leese," Jackson smiled broadly at her and took a step forward. "Merry Christmas."
"No," Lisa said in horror, backing up against the wall. "No, you bastard how could you-"
"Kill them?" he chuckled. "It was easy. I could tell you how to do it, if you want."
Lisa stared at him, terrified, and her hand found a ceramic plate on the table behind her. She chucked it hard at his head. It hit his chest instead and smashed. She darted away.
"Dammit, Lisa!" he yelled. She tried to run upstairs but he caught her ankle and in a vicious twist sent her stumbling back to the floor.
"Get away from me!" she screamed, flailing desperately.
"Now you should probably know that I've decided not to kill your cousin, just because it really wasn't your fault," he said graciously, then nodded at the two bodies. "They, however, were a problem." Lisa began to cry, feeling that at any second she'd vomit.
"So the plan is that we're going on another fun little trip," he said, seemingly oblivious to the squirming Lisa he had pinned to the ground. "I'm not saying where yet, that's a bit risky. Melanie's back with the Keefe's, but I decided to use another of his kids for leverage. That brat got on my nerves."
"Fuck you," Lisa cursed through her teeth.
"Care to repeat that, Leese?" he said, pushing her arms hard to the ground. She stared at him coldly.
"No, actually, I don't," she replied coolly. His lip curled angrily at her. "You can't win, Jack. I'll always get away."
"Says the woman who's currently pinned to the ground by an assassin," he rolled his eyes. Lisa, who'd been playing this facade to hold together what little strength she had left, finally snapped, her tears coming in torrents.
"Why are you doing this?" she screamed. Jackson shrugged and sighed.
"It's my job, Leese."
Lisa looked away as Jackson pulled her to her feet.
"Come on. We've a flight to catch."