Poor Frank. The police had pulled him over for a busted turn signal, but now he was downtown at headquarters being grilled by two burly men. They'd foundÂ a suspicious note in his pocket with a list of names and numbers. Frank had to think fast.
"It's a receipt," he insisted, "not a hit list! I went to the store to get coffee filters, frozen fish, foot pads, and cereal. And the numbers are the prices, not how much I received for knocking those people off. I mean, if I had done that. I'm innocent!"... READ ON