"Just Connors. Or whatever his name is. Unless he told others. He got really defensive. But there is a local fixer. They left his name and number on the table. He probably knows we're here."<br/><br/>Frank watched Lauren deftly handle the spider. It was sweet.<br/><br/>"I think we're good here another night for sure. Then we can figure out our next moves."<br/><br/>Suddenly Frank felt like the pursued, for a change. Even though the men in Chicago still thought Frank was making the delivery.<br/><br/>He looked at Lauren and smiled. "Getting to know each other sounds like a great idea."