It took Frank a few moments to lock in on what Lauren said as opposed to how she sounded, saying it. She'd been his captive for about five hours and only now had she been able to speak.<br/><br/>But he quickly caught up. Lacing his fingers behind his head after his third brownie, Frank leaned back and listened to the gorgeous Lauren. Her voice was breathy and husky, made even more so thanks to having been gagged all night.<br/><br/>Frank new Drury. He didn't like him. Something slimey about the man. Drury seemed like the kind of guy who would sell his own kid's bike for a buck. That kind of chump.<br/><br/>She finished talking and it was actually pleasant to listen to her, Frank thought. He found her speaking voice almost as sexy as her singing one.<br/><br/>"OK. So you think that the chat would have meant your murder? I guess I could see that. All I know is that my boss, who shall remain nameless, said that you are a witness who needs to be brought in for her own good."<br/><br/>He saw Lauren's eye roll even in the dark.<br/><br/>"Just telling you what I was told," Frank said.<br/><br/>Frank sighed and ran a strong, calloused hand over his tired face.<br/><br/>"We should get going. I have to call my boss when we get to the safe house."<br/><br/>Frank went to Lauren and offered his hand to help her to her bare, bound feet. "I don't want anything to do with an iced broad. Not even for $2,500. If your feelings prove to be accurate, I'm out. I don't know what I will do with you but I won't give you up to the boys from the Moxey."<br/><br/>Frank wanted to believe the woman. Because part of him, and maybe it was a growing part, wanted to save her.