It was two years after that day in Miami when Lisa's life changed forever. She didn't want to admit it, but she had fallen for Jackson when she first met him. He was charming, sweet, and handsome. Exactly what she wanted in a guy. Then he had to go and ruin everything on the god-damned plane. When she saw him dying on her living room floor, she had felt a twinge of guilt. She didn't want to see him die, so she left feeling guilty for even shooting him, but she had no choice. It was either kill or be killed. Lisa was absolutely certain that she didn't want to be killed, so she did the killing.
Lisa had explained everything to the FBI when she went to the hotel after she shot Jackson. They wanted to put her into witness protection as soon as possible, but she wouldn't allow it. "No, I'll be fine." She repeated over and over every time they insisted it to her. She almost felt like she was talking to her father again. The FBI kept telling her that the people who tried to assassinate Keefe might try to kill her. She just didn't believe it. Why would they come after her? She was just one person in the grand scheme of things.
A month after the incident, she decided to move away. Living in Miami was just to much for her. Lisa had seen people following her and she just didn't feel safe anymore. She packed up and said goodbye to her father and her friends. She chose California for a place to go to because she thought it would be a nice clean fresh start. Once she got there, she dyed her hair blonde and changed her name to Emily. There was just one person she couldn't stay away from in Miami. No, it wasn't her father. Yes, she kept in touch with him, but she really wanted to keep in touch with Cynthia, considering she was like her sister. They both knew that her new name was Emily and they called her by it.
Two years exactly to the day of the flight of the Red Eye, Lisa had been watching the news when she saw that Keefe had been killed while walking his dog. She dropped her coffee on the floor and turned the TV a little louder.
"Two years ago an assassination was attempted on Keefe's life, we can't be sure that this is what happened today, but the feds say that more than likely, this is exactly what happened. Lisa Reisert, who was the manager at the Lux Hotel in Miami managed to stop the attempt on his and his families life. We will have more info for you when we get updates."
Lisa turned the TV off and stood up. "I should have been there. I should have stopped this again." She muttered to herself. That's when her phone rang. She ran to pick it up. "Hello?"
"No, this is Emily."
"Lisa, it's Cynthia."
Lisa closed her eyes. "You know to call me Emily. Just in case anyone's listening."
Cynthia sighed. "I know, but I had to call you and tell you, besides, I used an untraceable phone to make this call."
"Tell me what?"
"There's no easy way to tell you this-"
"I know, Keefe's dead. I just watched it on the news. I should have been there."
"No, this has nothing to do with Keefe."
Lisa sighed. "Then what does it have to with Cynthia?" She was getting agitated. Not with Cynthia, but with the whole day.
"It has to do with your dad."
Lisa's eyes popped opened. "What do you mean my dad? What happened to him? Is he okay?" She asked frantically.
"Lisa, I'm so sorry, but he was murdered this morning in his house." She paused and Lisa couldn't think of anything to say. "You need to come home to plan everything. I know you didn't want to come back, but I know this is important."
"Of course I'll be there. I'll be there tomorrow." Lisa hung up and dropped the phone while she crumpled to the floor and cried.
Lisa arrived at police headquarters in Miami at nine pm the next night. The first person she saw was detective Dwayne. When she walked up to him, he looked at her and he shook his head disapprovingly. "Lisa, you shouldn't be here."
She gave him a stern look. "I will not miss my father's funeral for anything." She sat down and looked up at him. "Do you have any leads?"
He shook his head again. "Not at the moment." He gave her an equally stern look. "Do you have any idea that these morons could still be looking for you?"
"I honestly don't care about that. The only one who could hurt me is dead now."
"That's not the point Lisa. When you move away and start a new life, you usually stay away. Especially when people who are trying to kill you are coming after you."
Lisa sighed. "I don't care. I can take care of myself. I've been taking self-defense classes in-"
Detective Dwayne held up a hand to stop her. "Don't tell me where you live. I don't want to know. Someone here could tell someone and then you could be in serious trouble."
Lisa rolled her eyes. "Fine, I've been taking self-defense classes where I live." She stood up. "So, when you have any leads, call me on this number. I have people to go see and things to go handle." She handed him her phone number which had already written down on a piece of paper.
Lisa left the police station and pulled up to her dad's house. She walked around and looked at everything remembering all the memories that her father and her shared.
After about an hour of going through his clothes upstairs, and deciding which ones to give away and which ones to keep, she walked downstairs to see none other than Jackson sitting on the couch.
"Hey Leese, how's life been treating you?"
Her breath caught in her lungs. This couldn't be happening right now. "You're dead. I killed you." She was obviously having hallucinations. Jackson couldn't be sitting in her fathers living room. This just meant that she was talking to no one, which obviously meant that she was going crazy.
He moved his head from right to left. "The firm wanted everyone to believe I was dead. It was better for business." He stood up and walked over to her. "I've been waiting around here for you. Wondering when you would show up. It's been a long two years Leese. Thankfully, someone killed your father and brought you home."
Lisa's fists balled up. "You didn't." She said through clenched teeth.
"Oh no, I didn't. I would never get my hands dirty. Unless needed. And I could have waited until you came home on your own Leese. That's what I do. I wait. It's my job."
"Do you know who did it?" Why was she talking to him instead of running?
He shrugged. "No, but I wish I did. This way I could send them a thank you card." He grabbed her hand. "You ready to go?"
She shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
He chuckled and put his hand in his pocket. "I thought you might say that." He withdrew his hand and pulled out a needle and swiftly stuck it into her arm before she could react. "By the way Leese, I like the new hair. It really suits you."
Lisa started to get dizzy. "What did you give me?"
He held up the needle. "This? Oh it's nothing. It will just help you sleep for the long drive ahead of us." Lisa fought to keep her eyes open. "Don't fight it Leese, if you do that, it will just make you sleep longer. Just let it take over. Go to sleep. I'll take care of you. We have some unfinished business." Jackson picked Lisa up and brought her out to his car and lay her down in his back seat. "All set." That was the last thing she heard before she passed out.