“What are we supposed to do with that?” Adam asked. August looked at him like he was stupid. “We have no idea how much of Atticus ended up on our friend here. So we’re going to dismember him, bleach him, package him up in nice little pieces, and chuck him into the river with some cement blocks. By the time he floats to the surface, any and all trace evidence should be gone. And then we won’t have to tell Dad that his pride and joy fucked up.” Atticus plopped his gloved hands on his apron-covered hips. “You know, it's not my fault I excelled at everything growing up. Maybe if you had all tried
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