Frank stopped, mid-chew. His face contorted.<br/><br/>"Wait. No. You said Melvin was the fixer. My guy's name is---ISN'T---Melvin. Melvin has to be Mel Proctor, from Philly."<br/><br/>Frank almost gave Connors' name away but that was actually secondary. Lauren was genuinely scared.<br/><br/>"You think that my DA connection is in with the mob?"<br/><br/>The question was more rhetorical, because Frank knew that was exactly what Lauren thought.<br/><br/>He leaned back and REALLY craved a cigarette.<br/><br/>Frank picked at his eggs. Lauren stopped eating entirely. He sighed and looked at her.<br/><br/>"I still have to call my contact in Chicago. I'll get to the bottom of this. I'll also talk to my people in Philly about Proctor. OK?"<br/><br/>He stood and looked at her, clearing the dishes. "I hate to do this when you're feeling like this, but..."<br/><br/>Frank was holding up the cuffs.