Lisa woke up to bright sunlight that streamed through the airplane window and she groaned visibly as the piercing rays gave way to an immense headache that radiated throughout her skull. As her eyelids fluttered opened, her attention was momentarily focused outside the aircraft and then with a sudden burst of memory, she realized what had happened. Immediately, turning to her left, she saw Jackson leaning back in his chair, in what seemed like an effort of quiet contemplation as his eyes were fixed directly ahead of him.

They were in the very back of the plane, rows behind where they were previously as Lisa glanced around her surroundings in confusion. As her gaze rested on Jackson, she remembered chillingly his deadly promise of killing her father if she didn't comply with the demands to change the hotel room for the Charles Keefe party.

"So, did you do it?" She whispered. That was all she could manage after the strain he had put on her throat.

His concentration broken, he turned to her. "Do what?"

"You know what." She said, shaking her head in disgust. "Did you have my father killed?" Jackson remained silent; his face appeared clouded with uncertainty.

Finally he spoke. "No, not yet."

Shock and relief swept through her. "Why not?" She asked numbly.

"I don't know." Jackson stated simply.

"You're lying…this is all some kind of game to you, isn't it?" Lisa asked him as suspicion flooded through her.

"And what game would that be Leese? I've never lied to you. Not once. I haven't called the hit in on your father and I have no intention of killing you." He told her sharply. "And no, I'm not sure as to why."

"Then let me go. I'll forget this ever happened Jack. We can go our separate ways." She said as hope suddenly went through her.

"It doesn't work that way, Lisa. I still need you."

"For what? I'm not doing your shitty little job so what could you possibly want from me?" Lisa asked, as she started to raise her voice in panic.

He shook his head. "Remember, I still hold your dad's life in my hands, Leese. I will finish the job with or without your help but either way; I'm not going to just simply let you go."

Lisa swallowed as tears started to fill her vision once more. Staring out the window, she realized that they were descending into Miami and almost to the runway. Jackson powered up his phone rapidly clicking the call button to check his signal. What am I going to do? I'm lost…he'll kill me. "What are we doing back here?" Lisa asked, indicating the change in seats.

"After you passed out…" Jackson started to say.

"You mean after you nearly strangled me?" She responded derisively.

"Leese…" He said warningly and she remained quiet. "The flight attendant moved us back here."

She nodded, shivering as she wondered what "Jackson had in store for her once the plane reached the airport. The plane hit the runway, taxiing into the terminal and pulling up to the jetway. As passengers stood up to retrieve their luggage, Jackson seized her elbow pulling her into standing position. Grabbing her purse and luggage from the overhead bin, he pushed her in front of him, handing Lisa her purse as she made her way off the plane.

"How are you doing, hon?" A flight attendant asked her in a syrupy voice as they were about to exit onto the jetway.

Lisa stared at her blankly as she shook her head in confusion. "Oh, much better." Jackson's voice came from behind her.

"Good. You're getting her home?" The stewardess asked.

"As I said, she's stuck with me." He answered squeezing Lisa's elbow as she was about to speak. She looked back at Jackson in panic and then glanced back to where the flight attendant had stood. She was gone, disappearing into the cockpit.

"Let's go, Lisa." Jackson whispered from behind her pushing her forward as they disembarked the plane and exited into the airport. They made their way quickly into the tram and Lisa watched Jackson from out of the corner of her eye as he put his cell phone into his pocket.

As the tram made its way from the terminal to the baggage claim area, Lisa started to speak softly amidst the chatter from people around her. "I….I don't feel that great." She murmured as she clutched her stomach and started to bend over.

He sighed. "What's wrong now?" He muttered impatiently.

"You choked me until I passed out. What the hell do you think is wrong?" She asked mockingly

Jackson glanced down at her quickly. "Well, suck it up…we'll be outside soon. You feel better then." He tossed at her carelessly as she still leaned over, unheeding his words.

"Stand up Leese." He whispered commandingly. Lisa took a deep breath as the doors to the tram started to open, carefully reaching backwards. In one fluid motion, she jammed her heel back into his knee and grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket. With the device in the palm of her hand, she started sprinting across the airport heading outside. She didn't turn to see Jackson's quick recovery as he watched the route she took and quickly headed to the direction of the parking garage.

Lisa ran into baggage claim hoping to hide behind one of the pillars within the airport. Looking at the cell phone in her palm, she quickly dialed her father's number. She breathed a sigh of relief as her dad finally answered.

"Dad! Oh, thank God." She said.

"Lisa?" He asked. "Did you just land?"

"Dad, you need to listen to me. Get out of the house! Just get in your car and leave town." Lisa told him, her voice heavy with anxiety.

"Lisa, what is this? What's going on?" Joe Reisert demanded.

"I can't say right now but please, promise me you'll get out of there."

He sighed. "Fine, I promise but Lisa, honey, are you okay?"

"I don't know, Dad. I will be when I know you are safe. Just leave. Go to Mom's." Glancing around the airport, crowds of people were surging into the baggage claim area. Jackson could be with them.

"Dad I need to go." She said.

"But Lisa…"He protested.

"I'm sorry…I love you." She said disconnecting the phone. Heading outside to the passenger loading zone, she was momentarily thankful that she had her purse finally back. Jackson's cell phone beeped as she looked at it startled only to see the battery was dying. Shrugging, she tossed the cell phone into a garbage bin as she looked around for a taxi. Heading towards the curb, she saw a taxi pulling up behind a forest green BMW.

Her focus was entirely on the taxi when the BMW suddenly pulled directly in front of her, the passenger door was thrust open and Jackson was sitting in the driver's seat with a gun in his hand pointed directly at her. "Get in Lisa."

She shook her head rapidly as she started to back away. "Don't think about it Leese…I maybe a lousy shot but at this close range, I don't suppose that would matter, now would it?"

Shaking, Lisa looked around at the airport hoping that a security guard would provide her with some assistance but there were none nearby. She had no choice and she knew it as she looked down the barrel of the gun which he held as Lisa looked at Jackson's grim expression.

Gingerly she started to lower herself into the seat as he seized her arm pulling her inside and leaned over her to close the door behind her. She felt cold metal encircle her wrist as Jackson cuffed her hand to the leather grip at the side of the door.

Satisfied that she was restrained, he pulled out into the surging traffic making his way to the freeway. "Where are we going?" Lisa asked pulling at the cuff on her wrist.

He looked over at her. "As a matter of fact, we're heading to your dad's house."

Horror went through her. What if Dad isn't out of the house in time? "But you said…Why?"

"We have some unfinished business Leese. You know that." He answered with finality. Lisa could only pray frantically that her father had already left so as not to face the penalty that Jackson Rippner for certain had for him because of her inaction.