Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo It wasn't as easy as all of that. It never was, for people like Lisa. Ultimately, Reisert had been the one to call mid-flight from Texas to have the Keefe's moved from one room to another in order to avoid a pipe leak - which really was clever on her part - under the pretense of just doing her job. But even the most dull of cops would make the connection that Lisa's authorization had been key in the assassination attempt - moreso if it had been successful, but because she had managed to stop it from being carried out, her guilt was absolved. Mostly. But there naturally remained some questions about her connections and loyalties, which were only off-set by the fact her father had been used as a form of leverage to force her compliance. If it had gone according to plan, Jackson began, his tone airy about something that would leave Lisa with a lifetime of nightmares, All you would have to do is maintain your innocence, and claim ignorance - even the most experienced prosecutor couldn't twist circumstances to make a hotel manager look like the mastermind in a political assassination. Their only evidence would have been your testimony. His eyes followed her as she moved away, towards a row of cars she began to test the handles and if his head hadn't been so muzzy, he might have smiled at how rapidly her morality had waned in regards to auto theft. He watched her pop open a car door the thing was ancient and rickety, a station wagon complete with wood-panelling, the kind of atrocity most people would hope got stolen for the insurance money - not that Jackson cared his modes of transportation in his job could vary to the point of ridiculous, and a station wagon was the least of the worries, as long as it kept running. It's one of the times lying would have been okay, Leese. Jackson added, mockingly conspiratorial he moved to the open door of the station wagon. It was clear Lisa was under the assumption that he had a way of making a car run without keys - and he did. But he also had a broken, clumsy hand. He slipped into the car, sitting at the wheel and looking around the interior first the thing smelled vaguely of cat and something unpleasantly human. The rearview mirror was decorated with two hanging, intricate, and aged images of the Virgin Mary, back to back and taped together. He began to search the car, flicking down the sun-shades and opening the glove-box before he began to check under the seats - though all he located were a few food wrappers, a small bible, and an unfortunate bobble-head cat statue. And as for accountability - you made the choice to run. The result was your encounter with Dane who, if you had followed the rules, would have been gone by the time you got to your father's place. We all have choices to make, you're making one right now. Even if the alternate outcome is less than favorable, you still have free will. All of it had been said with a straight face, with the same friendly, polite, and reassuring tone that had introduced Lisa to him, and with the sort of smoothness that would make the most experienced criminal lawyer take notes. Just as he became sure he would need to resort to hotwiring a station wagon , Jackson paused to give the Virgin Mary a more analytical look. He reached up and thumbed the image, which swung heavily for something made of printer paper and he gave the decoration a deadpan look, as though it had told him a terrible joke. He pulled it off the mirror and turned it upside-down a key fell out. She was never great at protecting things. Jackson said drily.