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: MOCKINGJAY
  SUZANNE COLLINS
  SCHOLASTIC PRESS / NEW YORK
  
  For Cap, Charlie, and Isabel
  
  CONTENTS
  COVER
  DEDICATION
   
  PART I
  “THE ASHES”
  1
  2
  3
  4
  5
  6
  7
  8
  9
  PART II
  “THE ASSAULT”
  10
  11
  12
  13
  14
  15
  16
  17
  
  18
  PART III
  “THE ASSASSIN”
  19
  20
  21
  22
  23
  24
  25
  26
  27
   
  EPILOGUE
  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  COPYRIGHT
  
  PART I
  “THE ASHES”
  
  1
  I stare down at my shoes, watching as a fine layer of ash settles on the worn leather. This is
  where the bed I shared with my sister, Prim, stood. Over there was the kitchen table. The bricks
  of the chimney, which collapsed in a charred heap, provide a point of reference for the rest of the
  house. How else could I orient myself in this sea of gray?
  Almost nothing remains of District 12. A month ago, the Capitol’s firebombs obliterated the
  poor coal miners’ houses in the Seam, the shops in the town, even the Justice Building. The only
  area that escaped incineration was the Victor’s Village. I don’t know why exactly. Perhaps so
  anyone forced to come here on Capitol