“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 we get back,” was all Frank would say. Vince tried to get back into the movie after the phone call, but couldn’t concentrate on it. Finally, when Mike and Frank stepped into the room Vince turned the TV off. “Okay, I’m bursting at the seams here, guys. Talk to me.” Both of them looked frustrated and disappointed. They were still in their suits. Frank took his jacket and tie off. Mike headed to the wet bar and broke the seal on it. “I need a drink.” While Mike made himself a drink, Vince turned to Frank. “You didn’t find her.” “We didn’t find her,” Frank said. Aside from the look of frustration on Frank’s mug, there was also a look of worry. “But we found stuff out.
