Frank shrugged. "Suit yourself, Lauren."<br/><br/>Frank pulled one of her wooden folding chairs out of the trunk and set it near the open car door. It was dark as ink outside. No lights nearby. He ate brownies.<br/><br/>"I know I got you pretty bound up. But I'll be willing to relax the ropes if you'll answer some questions, Lauren. Now that you don't got a muzzle on ya, I don't have to ask yes or no shit."<br/><br/>Frank's eyes had adjusted to the dark, and the dome light inside the Packard helped him see the redhead, who was trussed tight.<br/><br/>"Talk to me Lauren. I'm just an independent contractor. The only dog I have in this fight is me."