Frank wasn't so sure, but he kept it to himself. He kept his head down and let Spike send the bastards on their way, though the instinct in him was to keep one of them, question it, find something out.

When there's further screaming upstairs, Frank rolled his eyes. If they were down here, surely it was for a reason, and they shouldn't have intervened. They gained nothing and may have done more harm than good.

Instead, he turned to poke around the counters and cabinets in search of anything of interest.