"Mr. Medena, I'm not sure whether you'll take this as good or bad news," the doctor running the autopsy sighed as he left the morgue.

Max paced in front of him and urged him on, figuring he'd tell the others after.

"Lisa is not dead, as far as we know. This is the body of 29-year-old Marissa Montego. She's been missing since she was apparently snatched from her home last week."
Max cheered. "So, why would that be bad? My wife is still alive."

"Yeah…but she's the captive of a complete psycopath."

Max's shoulders slumped and he hung his head sadly. "True. So what should I do?"

"I'm a doctor, sir," the man sighed, snapping his plastic examining gloves back on. "Not a detective. But good luck and Godspeed."

Max nodded and left the room to tell his excited friends the latest update.

"I can't believe you were an army brat," Lisa shook her head. "So, what happened then?"
"My dad died," Jackson sighed. "Operation Desert Storm. Shot. I was so angry, after that, even though we didn't get along. My mom kind of….left, in a manner of speaking. She stopped caring about me, just went out to get high and drunk every night, sleeping with various strangers. It was like she was pretending to be young again so she wouldn't have to deal with her loss."

"So what did you do?"

"I came to resent government. I was so angry, so full of rage that they had fucked up my family, I…"

"…decided to be an assassin and kill politicians," Lisa sighed. "Makes sense, I guess."

He nodded. "And then my mom-" his phone rang. He held up a finger signaling Lisa to wait and left the room.

Lisa slumped back against the couch and ran a hand through her already tousled hair. It explained a lot, why Jackson was the way he was, control freak and obsessed with violence. That's the way his whole life had been.

She knew there was no excuse. But somehow, something in side of her just gave way a little bit, like an invisible dam of resentment.

"Rippner. Talk to me."

"Its me. We've got a problem."

"Yeah?"

"They found the body."

"Great. So what's the big deal?"

"They know its not Lisa."
Jackson swore but kept his voice low so Lisa wouldn't hear. "How the hell did they figure that out?"

"Max seems obsessed with her, for one thing. The shirt was a different size, she had no ring, she wasn't pregnant."

"Damn it, Mick, you could have made sure the shirt was the right size, at least. Fucking moron."

"Sorry, sir, but the medium just wouldn't fit."
Jackson sighed angrily. "So, what now?"

"They figured out it was really Montego, and Gilmore called her fiancée."
"You got tabs on her phone?"

"On all of their phones, sir."

"What did she say?"
"Told him Lisa wasn't Lisa, and then her fiancée got the information from Jess, where you guys were. They're heading there now."

"Shit. Where are they?"

"I'm guessing two hours from where you are."

"Goddamnit. Alright, thanks for the update. Keep me posted. I'm gonna kill Jess."