[rl] Jackson and Lisa
He had fallen into a comfortable routine again, as routine as his job allowed at least, something he had sorely needed without realizing until the relative peace had come. His new job was only in the beginning stages, planning planning and more planning, the occasional day trip and meeting but all in all nothing but terrible boredom when the long stretches of waiting passed.
Jackson spent most of his time in New York then, though now he walked down the streets of Miami again, an all too familiar route. Lisa Reisert's house- poor girl was sick from what he heard, or paid to hear. It wasn't very hard to keep tabs on her now that the police had slowly inched away, and she had become a... hobby. A welcome distraction in the stretches of boredom he had needed.
It was easier when he didn't consider their recent problems, issues of sorts. Ignorance occasionally was bliss and as long as he had her father's life hanging over her head he had enough control to feel comfortable.
He slipped through the back, tutting at the easily unlocked door and entering silently. Poor Lisa, such a stressful life. A shame she lead herself to sickness so easily. The sounds of Oprah, healing the ills of all, made his lip quirk as he moved to the doorway to the living room and leaned against the frame.
"I thought you preferred our good friend Dr. Phil." Jackson said, arms crossed as he looked over the room to her. "I certainly learned so much about seizing the moment."