Chapter 25
Wilder Sanchez Letters disappear as the rubber flies across the page. A motley cloud of eraser residue flies across the page as I blowhard and smooth the sheet in preparation for round seven. I have been sitting at my living room table all night, repeatedly writing out and erasing the "perfect" expository article to submit to our school newspaper and a few local papers as well. I have dug up enough dirt on the Eisenberg crime family to burg a dead body- although the way things are going I would not put it past them to murder and subsequently hide the body like in all those crappy detectives shows on the telly. Ace was very helpful. He's the opposite of his fathers loud rude drunk type. More sober and reflective. It made prying information out of him very easy. It is going to be the perfe
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