Page 50 of Justice

Justice took her seat, placing the lap belt across her hips. “Did Drake hate her that much? I mean, I know about the attorney and his refusal to take her phone calls in prison, but to hate a person so much you celebrate their death.”

Tobias secures his own belt, “I could ask you the same thing. You hated Red, and I would imagine you have celebration plans roaming around in your head.”

Justice shook her head before Tobias finished his sentence. “No, I still have two more things on my list before I get to celebrate anything.”

“Finding your sister, and what else?”

“Sorry, Tobias. I’ve shared enough of my secrets, it's best you don’t know about this one.”

Tobias didn’t like the way Justice said what she did. Maybe once he found Tymeless she would forget the last item on her list, choosing to enjoy her time with her sister instead.

Needing to change the subject and keep her distracted as the plane landed. “Did your tattoos survive the tour through the salon?”

“The soap in the shower faded them a little, but the formula I use isn’t water based, so it has staying power. The rest will fade in time since I have no plans of putting them or anything else I used for the past few weeks, back on.”

Tobias felt the landing gear coming down and knew he was one step closer to being back in Boston, where he could hand Justice off to Drake and go back to the office and use his equipment.

“You should sell this formula of yours, revolutionize the temporary tattoo industry.” He watched as Justice gripped her armrest as the wheels bounced once on the tarmac, before sticking a solid landing. His phone vibrated as the nose of the plane turned to the left.

Stay inside. I’m here with Laura.

Tobias frowned as he read the message. He’d assumed Laura would have come alone, but he should have known better when he sent the text to Drake telling him he had a surprise. The cheeky bastard never could wait for anything.

“Is everything okay?” Justice questioned over the sound of the engines shutting down.

“Yes,” pocketing his phone and unhooking his belt. “Stay in your seat when the door opens. We have someone bringing you some things to wear.”

Justice nodded her head and then looked out the window into the darkness. It was late, and Tobias wished they could have landed during the daylight hours; he would have loved to share the Boston skyline with her. Rising from his seat, he meets Carter as he unlocks the cabin door and extending the stairs to the tarmac.

A black town car sits running with its headlights on. The wind is bitter cold, laced with large snowflakes, which appear to be sticking to the road. He is glad they left when they did, as the snow is coming down heavy enough he won’t be surprised when they close the airport. He smirks when the ground is absent of any carpet, the first sign he has seen of Deidre’s departure from the Hannigan Family.

The passenger side door opens and Drake steps out, the wind tousling his dark-hair, the strands obscuring his face before he pushes it back with his glove covered hand. Reaching to his left, Drake opens the back door and the beautiful Laura steps out, the garment bag trying to flee her grip. Drake is quick, grabbing both the bag and Laura, helping her across the tarmac and safely to the steps.

“Hello, beautiful.” Tobias greets Laura, placing a kiss on her windblown cheek.

“Tobias,” she smiles. “How was your trip?”

“Successful,” he replies, the excitement of what he has to share with them about to burst from his body.

“Where is she?” Laura cranes her neck, trying to get a glimpse of the woman she knows is onboard. Carter had phoned her early in the flight, suspecting Justice didn’t have a coat or proper clothes to keep her warm. Unfortunately, with the lateness of the hour, all the stores were closed, so Laura had volunteered to lend Justice some of her clothes if they fit.

“The first row. Come on back, I’ll introduce you.”

Drake appears at the top of the steps behind Laura, his face electric with wonderment, although he is trying hard to hide his excitement. Tobias steps around Laura, placing his hand in the middle of Drake’s chest. “Not so fast, man.”

Drake looks down at Tobias’s hand and then back to his face, raising the eyebrow over his left eye in challenge.

“There is a woman on board who needs what Laura has in the bag. When she is presentable, I’ll introduce you. Now, stay here or wait in the car, I don’t care, but don’t come in and embarrass her.” Tobias reasons, knowing he is stepping dangerously close to being disrespectful.

“You remember who owns this plane, do you not?”

“I mean no disrespect, but you’ve waited this long, what’s five more minutes?”

“Five minutes,” Drake tosses, pulling his phone from his pocket as he walks back down the steps.

Tobias watches as he climbs back in the car, his face illuminated by the light from his cell phone. Turning from the door, he motions for Laura to follow him down the aisle to where Justice sits anxiously waiting, pulling the lapels of the bathrobe tightly closed.

“Hey,” Tobias calls to gain Justice’s attention.

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