Do My Part
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Red Eye!
Chapter Three
There she was — Lisa Henrietta Reisert — his Lisa. She was purposefully headed to her mother's front door, her carry-on suitcase rolling along behind her. He could see her red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Apparently, she had let her barriers down on the flight to Texas and cried.
Good girl, Lisa, let all those emotions out. Emotions can't interfere with our plans.
"Lisa, oh, baby," her mother cried out as she opened the door and enveloped her daughter in a tight hug.
Lisa was frozen; trapped inside a nightmare that she was unable to escape. She remained motionless during the embrace, not once moving to return the affection. She was strangely cold.
Are we afraid of getting emotional, my dear Lisa? Ever since your husband died, it's been hard, hasn't it? What a shame…you had never even really cared for him to begin with.
"Hi, mom," she managed to choke out.
Jackson sighed from inside his car, parked carefully across the street. Now she's sliding back behind that mask that she so carefully crafted and wears.
Of course, he only had himself to blame for that. He had purposefully had her grandmother killed for the sole purpose of getting her to him. It was a cold, calculated move to draw her into his plot.
Grandma Henrietta would have kicked the bucket eventually. He was actually doing Lisa a favor by creating an opportunity to visit family and realize that time was precious and fleeting. Plus, he had offered a relatively painless means of exit from life for the aging woman. Lisa should be thanking him for taking dear ol' grandma out.
A tiny, injected air bubble had caused an embolism, which led to a heart attack, effectively killing the ninety-one year old woman. Jackson himself had not injected the fatal bubble, but rather a some-what stupid 'gopher' who did odd jobs for men in his business. It had cost him next to nothing to off her, even though he had been in Miami the entire time.
And no one suspects a thing — not even my sweet little Lisa…
He watched her calmly mingle with forgotten relatives, make small talk, and remain composed despite the reason for her unexpected arrival. She seemed to be ignoring the simple fact that death was behind her visit.
One of these days, you'll care. I'll make you care about your family. I'll make you realize what death is. Would you cry if daddy dearest died? Or would that mask come out in full force?
The cameras installed in mommy Reisert's home were working wonderfully. He was impressed with his minions and their ability to follow directions. Normally, he would handle all technologically parts of jobs, but he had been unable to be in Texas when then monitoring equipment needed to be placed. His trusty laptop was tracking Lisa as she moved through the house and eventually into the bathroom. Tiny microphones picked up every sound — including her uneven breahting.
As her hand twisted the doorknob and turned the lock, she began to breakdown and sob. She leaned against the door and sank to the floor.
"Why? She was so healthy…" she softly muttered.
It's all because of you, my dear. You and your 'friend' Keefe. Actually, you're more than friends aren't you, Leese? Did he break your heart with his lies?
"She didn't deserve this," Lisa continued.
And who did? Do Keefe and his wife deserve this? You should thank me, Lisa, for removing them from the world. I'm doing you a favor.
A knock sounded on the bathroom door. "Lisa, are you okay?" her mother called.
"I'm fine; I just needed a moment alone."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, mom, I'm sure."
And now the mask is up once more. You're shielding yourself from the emotions and the pain. I'll break that shield, Leese. I'll break it into a million tiny pieces.
She opened the door and rejoined the gathering.
That's a good girl, Lisa. Just keep on faking and maybe you won't get hurt… not.
Lisa would have to get hurt. She would listen to him and obey his every order or else he would kill her father as easily as her grandmother. If she misbehaved, she would have to be punished. If she was still a good girl, she would live and so would her father.
Not that she'll ever see him again… I'll make sure of it.
Joseph Reisert was the key to controlling Lisa. She would do anything and everything he asked to save him. In doing so, she would be trapping herself. All blame for the assassination would rest on her, especially after her past with Charles Keefe came to light. Everyone would have no trouble thinking that she was deranged and had coldly arranged the assassination of the Keefe family.
A woman scorned is capable of anything — including murder.
He knew that she had trusted Keefe — possibly even loved him. He was the first man she had seemingly gotten close to after her husband died. He had played with her emotions and hid his marriage and three children from her. Keefe was a 'bad' man and deserved what was coming to him. Lisa would see it his way.
In a way, I'm doing this for her. I'm doing this so that she can move on. A man like Keefe didn't deserve her. I doubt her husband even deserved her. Only I deserve her.
His finger traced her slender figure on the laptop screen. She was too good for these people that she was stuck with. She was too good for everyone that he had seen her with so far. She was far too good for her job.
Lisa was not nearly appreciated enough.
Her phone rang and he jumped, startled. I'm getting too close — I'm losing my focus.
"Lisa Reisert," she answered, flipping her cell phone open in the midst of the crowd. She made her way to the entry hall of the house.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I meant to give you the itineraries before I left, but you see—" She was rudely cut off by the man on the other end — her boss.
"Yeah, yeah, your grandma died, boo-hoo," snapped her boss.
How dare he speak to her that way?!
Lisa was looking out the window, glancing in his direction.
"Shit!" Jackson hissed, stepping on the gas. I got too goddamn close!
Author's Notes:
Jackson has a twisted mind and he is getting too attached. Enjoy and the next chapter should be up soon!