“Frank. This doesn’t make sense.” Lauren put her fork down and fixed him with a green eyed stare. “Five thousand dollars for<i>one</i>broad -as you put it? Because I overheard something about the planned execution of Will Drury? And how, pray tell, did the DA even know I know anything?” She looked at him wide eyed as the implications sunk in.<br/><br/>“Frankie, you’re the<i>only</i>person I told!” The only the way your DA could have found out about me is from the mob themselves!” She slumped back in her seat. “I think I’m going to be sick.”