[rl] Jackson and Crane
It had been a long while since Jackson had been truly bored. Even the three long months in the hospital provided decent activity- interrogation upon interrogation, psychiatrists and earning the trust of the poor, overworked nurse in order to get that one phone call he needed. Then he had planning for Keefe and the Reiserts but now it was a waiting game, a time between jobs he used to find relaxing. Here it was really nothing more than uncomfortable.
Thankfully his... double, so to speak, came to the rescue. Jackson sat back in his chair, a hotel lobby, fairly nice though hardly Lisa's Lux. Couldn't play there unfortunately, not with such important business.
The chance to see this 'fear toxin' at work, and on an increasingly irritating factor in his life. It was worth the risk of handing over his location, of putting faith in a man his good sense told him to back away from. How could he possibly resist such an opportunity, presented by an equally fascinating man? He rested his chin against hand, glancing to the side as patrons of the building passed. Maybe Lisa's stunt had made him lose some of that good sense.