It was great fun for Frank to see how annoyed Lauren was with his edict. Her fiery side, which matched her hair color, was sexy.<br/><br/>A woman had never thrown toothpaste at him before. But even that was fun.<br/><br/>But there was practicality to Frank's madness. The bathroom window was small but who the hell knows? Some broads could make themselves small, like little mice. Although Lauren's breasts probably wouldn't allow it.<br/><br/>Still, Frank took no chances. The redhead would wear nothing but the inadequate towel. Period.<br/><br/>While she showered, Frank called Connors. A sobering thought, which ruined his randy mood.<br/><br/>"Connors here."<br/><br/>Frank paced as he talked. "We're here. We got in last night. No concerns. The girl is secured and she can't make a peep," Frank said, fibbing.<br/><br/>"Excellent. So you're on schedule?"<br/><br/>Frank said yes, then hit Connors cold.<br/><br/>"She's scared. When she had a chance to talk, she said she thinks she's going to be killed in Chicago."<br/><br/>Pregnant pause. Frank's heart skipped a beat.<br/><br/>"That's ridiculous."<br/><br/>"Is it?"<br/><br/>Connors sighed. "You said you didn't want to know shit."<br/><br/>"I changed my mind. Is she going to be iced? And why?"<br/><br/>"Look, Malzone. I'm the goddamn assistant DA. I don't have to tell you dick."<br/><br/>Frank didn't like this. Connors was being awfully defensive. "She's not off base, is she?"<br/><br/>"You bringing her in or not? $2,500 says you'd better." Connors then hung up.<br/><br/>Frank cursed at the dead line before slamming the phone down.<br/><br/>He would need to talk to Proctor, or at least someone close to the hit man.<br/><br/>Lauren said the fixer was Melvin. But maybe Melvin was a last name.<br/><br/>Frank ended up on the sofa, deep in thought and idly playing with the cuffs. He didn't even notice the clean, lotioned, sweet smelling Lauren approach him, at first.