Lauren silently watched the dark landscape go by as the robust purring of the powerful engine began to lull her into a doze. Frank had been silent ever since he rather gently helped her into the backseat, and Lauren was quiet herself, after all, there really wasn't anything they had to chat about. Something about him had changed though. That cocksure, smirking edge to him had blunted into something more of a brooding thoughtfulness and she hoped that he was considering her case, he did say he wanted nothing to do with a murdered woman. Well technically he had said 'iced broad' but that was semantics.<br/><br/>Half asleep, it had been a long and wearisome day, Lauren noticed that he had made a right turn and was making his way south from the highway along unpaved country road to what looked like a cabin in the middle of nowhere. It looked well maintained from the outside with intact windows, and doors. Was this the safe house he had mentioned? It had what... one room?  But then she mentally rolled her eyes at herself...<i> dumb girl, he ain't gonna let ya sleep lonesome now, this dog is gonna guard his two-and-a-half thousand dollar bone!</i>