Frank thought it was interesting that Lauren submissively crossed her wrists behind her without prompting.<br/><br/>But then Frank thought about what she said about Melvin. It had to be Mel Proctor, who was a hit man from Philadelphia.<br/><br/>If the DA enlisted Proctor through the boys at the Moxey, then this job smelled to high heaven. And the DA was in way deeper than someone of his position should be. All this just to silence a lounge singer who might have heard something she shouldn't?<br/><br/>Of course, Lauren's fleeing to Phoenix didn't make her look like an angel, either.<br/><br/>Frank cuffed her but this time he left all the ropes off other than the ones around her shapely ankles.<br/><br/>"I told you that I'd relax the ropes if you played ball. I'm many things but I'm a man of my word, Lauren de Salle. The muzzle stays off too. No one can hear you scream from a moving car."<br/><br/>He loaded her back into the backseat, except this time she was allowed to sit up.<br/><br/>Back on the road, Frank went into deep thought. There were pieces to this puzzle that were missing.