Frank pulled Lauren's adorable feet onto his lap and gently rubbed her calves as she spoke.<br/><br/>"Yeah that's all we have to do. Then we'll make the Korean situation go away," he said with a tiny smirk.<br/><br/>Turning serious, Frank said, "Yes girls get kidnapped. Every day. And the thing in Chicago...I have to nose around some more. But I'm hearing that it's sex and labor. Really fucked up stuff."<br/><br/>Frank leaned back, sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm getting a killer headache. I think there's aspirin in the medicine cabinet."<br/><br/>If Lauren was wanted for some sort of sex ring, why her? Not that she wasn't attractive enough---Lord knows that she was---but lots of attractive women aren't targeted.<br/><br/>To want to consign a girl to that kind of life would take an extra degree of hate or revenge.<br/><br/>Who the hell did Lauren piss off? Or was overhearing a conversation enough to warrant this?<br/><br/>He snapped out of his daydreaming and said, "I'm not spending the rest of my life running, doll. And if I'm going to spend my time with you, I especially don't want to be on the run forever."<br/><br/>Frank patted her shins, lifted her legs off him and padded to the bathroom. "Aspirin. Now."