F. Gonzalez @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } FifteenWhen they walked through the double glass doors into the cool interior of the Bank of America on Beach Boulevard in Huntington Beach, Lisa felt her gut clench when she saw that the line to the tellers wasn't very long...
“We’re on the turnpike,” he said. “We should be back in about twenty minutes.” “What happened?” Vince asked. He’d spent the past three hours watching a movie called Grosse Point Blank, which was hilarious. It was about a hired hit man attending his ten-year high school reunion. “We’ll talk when w...