Authors note: Thank you everyone who reviewed! I really appreciate it (Piper luva 4eva,I really wish I could speak Italian, but its off a translation website lol.) I'm going on holiday for three weeks tomorrow, so I wont be able to update anything for a while. On the brightside, I have a huge 8 hour flight, so I dont have any excuses not to write the next chapter! This chapters just a filler really, and is pretty short. Please review!


Chapter two: The flight.


It turned out that the 'interesting' nature of the next few weeks was going to have an amazingly mind numbing start. The flight.

First it was delayed by three and a half hours. A routine check kept them grounded for another forty-five minutes. The air conditioning above Leo's seat was broken, and the film he forced himself to watch to avoid insanity was awful. 'Don't look now.' Anyone who pretended to understand it was lying. A dead kid, France, a blind psychic, and a knife wielding dwarf woman murderer in a red coat. Where was the sense?

Leo was a pretty easygoing person, and even all of this; he could have just about been able to cope if it hadn't been for the Piper aspect. On the twenty three hour flight, Leo realized that she was the single most annoying person he had ever met, and in a complete contrast to his original day dream of wanting to screw her in the bathroom, Leo had been very tempted to lock himself in there, shove his head down the toilet, and flush repeatedly until he either drowned, or amnesia occurred, conveniently letting him forget all about Piper and the case.

Leo sighed, shuffling in his seat slightly, and glanced over at her. Okay, she looked great with her hair down, framing her face with a natural wave, but she had her music on so loud, that he could practically hear it word for word. Trivium, 'Dying in you arms.' She was tapping her foot along with it, on the back of the seat in front of her. He shouldn't complain. It was the first time she had shut her mouth in the last two hours. She hadn't stopped moaning about trivial, meaningless little things. The water wasn't cold enough. Her arm rests were too high. Her window was dirty. The fat guy in front of her was pushing his seat back. There was always something wrong. What made her so important?

Leo despised people like that. It suddenly occurred to him that he had met someone else with similar traits recently. Her father, Victor Luciano. And look what he was capable of…

Leo knew that as his lawyer, he had to stand by his client, and believe his pleas of innocence, god knows he was paying him enough. But there was something about that smug smile he always wore so comfortably whenever Bradley Kern's name was mentioned that chilled something inside him. Leo knew he had done it.

He hadn't been lying to Piper. What was left of Kerns wasn't a pretty sight. They'd had to use fingerprints to identify the body, because a machine gun had put so many bullets in his head he hardly had a face left, and using dental records would have been futile because he didn't haven't many teeth left in tact, and even less in his mouth. No one had even tried to dispose of the body. He just lay there on his kitchen floor, sprawled out in a growing puddle of his own blood and brains, until the postman found him the next morning.

It was no secret that Victor had hated him. Kerns had screwed him out of 2.1 million dollars in a business deal. If that wasn't motive for murder, Leo didn't know what was.

His alibi was that he spent the whole evening in the company of his three daughters. Leo didn't doubt that it was a complete lie. Piper was the only one willing to collaborate his story. Piper was also quick witted, and found it extremely easy to lie.

Leo looked at her again. She was currently arguing for all she was worth with a male flight attendant, who had brought her the wrong drink. He seemed more preoccupied with her legs.

Leo sighed. What the hell had he gotten himself into?