It was a cold day, and quiet on the beach, but anyone out for a walk might notice a blond seated on a rock, hugging himself as he stared at the water. A pen and notepad were by his side, but he wasn't actually writing anything.

The last few days couldn't be real. Him, a con man named Frank? It must be some kind of delusion caused by drinking too ( Read more... )

Frank Abagnale rolled out of bed almost silently, not realizing it wasn't *his* bed until his feet hit the floor ( Read more... )