Lauren blinked in surprise at the questions. Was he finally seeing her as a person? He even used her name instead of that blasted nickname. She wished she knew if she could tell him what she heard, but if he was in with them, he’d know that she not only knew but was willing to talk. Her situation was precarious and she wouldn’t allow herself to trust him no matter of often he claimed he wasn’t a killer. If not a killer why the gun?<br/><br/>The room grew dark and silent after he left but no one knocked on the door or rushed in to rescue her. She must have fallen asleep because there suddenly was sound and light and she blinked disoriented at the sound. It was Frank, placing a bag on the table, and pulled from it a six pack.  She realized suddenly how thirsty she was was, but understood that she wouldn’t get anything to drink until they were on empty andcdark roads. How many hours since her capture she wondered. Her bladder was uncomfortably full and she wondered if he would let her use the bathroom. Maybe she could cause enough of a ruckus there to attract attention. After she peed that is.