Lauren didn’t know if that was true or not. But what did she have to lose? They could only kill her once. She reached for the canteen and drank a little water. Appetite she had none, even though she loved brownies.  It was dark outside and Frank had closed the car door to protect the battery. The canopy of stars stretched across the dark velvet skies as far as she could see. Her father had taught her about the stars and she easily identified which way was North and the major constellation.<br/><br/>“A few weeks ago I overheard three men at the Moxey talking about taking care of Drury. Remember that corrupt cop ? Yeah, that one. It was quite clear how they meant to do that. They had gone into a private room to talk but not seen me lay down on the couch. I had a headache. One of them  had later on saw me come out of that room and asked me what I had been doing there. He seemed very agitated. I acted confused and said I had taken a nap. I guess they weren’t gonna take any chances and told the owner of the club to call me in for a chat.”<br/><br/>She drank some more water. And then continued. Not far from them they could hear some animals rustling around.  The night air was getting chill but she ignored it as she rubbed her wrists and arms.<br/><br/>“I have ‘chats’ with the owner every six months which secures me my job. He has those chats with many of the women and some of the boys if you know what I mean, it’s to renegotiate our contract.” She grimaced but continued. “Well, I had my ‘meeting’ with him just a week earlier so I knew something was wrong.”<br/><br/>Lauren looked up at Frank but could barely make out his face.<br/><br/>“The rest is history.”