Frank leaned back, holding the mug in both hands before sipping it and saying, "You were worried about being killed. Turns out why they want you in good shape could be telling."<br/><br/>Frank sighed and rubbed his eyes with his right hand's fingers. "I need to do more digging, doll. I'm going to assume that Connors and Melvin are the same person. There's some corrupt shit going down and for some reason, you're in the middle of it. You're right. This isn't because you overheard something. Well, it's not ALL because of that."<br/><br/>Frank looked at Lauren and ran his fingers tenderly down her arm, starting at the shoulder. "I am going to bring something up, doll. Don't panic but I feel like you should know."<br/><br/>Frank sighed. "I've been hearing that over the past few years, girls have been going missing. Unreported, in many cases. Sometimes they're runaways, sometimes they're not. But the word is that very rich men are buying and selling these girls. Like a black market."<br/><br/>Frank looked at Lauren. "I don't think we can dismiss anything at this point, doll."