title: The Unholy Murder of Ash Wednesday: The Stained Life and Rude Times of Mob Wannabe
author:  Dominick D. DiPaolo 
description: Co-authored by Dominick D. DiPaolo and Jeff Pinski. DiPaolo served with distinction as an Erie, Pennsylvania, police officer for a quarter century, much of that time as Eries leading homicide investigator. Retiring at the rank of detective sergeant, he became the most decorated law enforcement officer in the City of Eries history.For the past 20 years, DiPaolo has been an elected Magisterial District Judge, representing Eries vast Sixth Ward. Active in civic, religious, youth and athletic organizations, he is the father of two and grandfather of four. He and his wife, Janet, live in the City of Erie. Pinski was an award-winning journalist for four decades at Erie, Pennsylvanias Times Publishing Company. First a Morning News reporter and later managing editor, then Erie Times-News public editor, he is the former president of the Pennsylvania Associated Press Managing Editors, and the former longtime chairman of both Leadership Erie and the MS Societys Northwestern Pennsylvania Advisory Council.After retiring from the newspaper, he became Edinboro Universitys Associate Director for Communications and Marketing for seven years. A veteran of the U.S. Navy and father of one, he and his wife, Doris, live in Fairview Township.
zlib_text: A KILLER’S OBSESSION
  “He’s back.”
  Jax reached out to grasp his shoulder. “We can’t jump to conclusions, Ash.”
  Ash understood his brother’s warning. There was nothing more dangerous for an investigator than
  leaping to a conclusion, then becoming blind to other possibilities.
  But he was no longer a detective, and his gut instinct was screaming that this was the work of the
  killer who’d destroyed the lives of so many. Including his own.
  “There’s more.” Feldman cleared his throat, lowering the pad. “She’s had plastic surgery.”
  “Not that unusual,” Jax said, echoing Ash’s own thoughts. “Lots of women, and men for that matter,
  think they need some nip and tuck.”
  Feldman grimaced. “This nip and tuck was for a particular purpose.”
  A chill crawled over Ash’s skin. Not the frigid air of the morgue, but something else. Perhaps a
  premonition. “What purpose?” he forced himself to ask.
  “If I had to make a guess, I would say it was to make Angel Conway look like Remi Walsh . . .”
  
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