Lauren looked at him with some bafflement, "wait... what? You think there's a sort of slave market for chicks?" She sat there quietly for a while remembering how she had felt yesterday, tied up, terrified, but at least not beaten up or abused. He had had all the opportunity in the world to molest and rape her but even when during her struggle she became exposed he covered her up without even a gratuitous swipe across the skin.  If there were indeed kidnapped women and girls out there, she had no doubt that what they had been kidnapped for was horrifying.<br/><br/>"So, we'll break up the ring, get Connors aka Melvin exposed and arrested, as well as the men who purchased these women, free the women, and ....uh... well... not die in the process, simple enough."<br/><br/>She ran a finger around the old, white and blue mug, contemplating how her life had changed since she overheard those men. How on earth did she get embroiled in such sordidness?<br/><br/>"Frankie, if we just run, they'll not stop looking for us, you know that."