the planning

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Tw: mentions of murder and blood and also cursing obviously

Sal pov

   Larry was fucking rad, I decided after just an hour of talking with him. Then a walkie talkie on his desc began to light up with audio, sounding like police chatter. I glance at him with a raised brow and Larry grins "dude you wouldn't believe what I went through to get this, but the police still don't like me much." He laughed "but whatever, I've been listening for anything on poor Mrs sanderson." He frowned "don't tell anyone, but I'm sure that dude in 204, charlie, is the one that killed her." My brows (or what's left of them) shoot up in surprise.

    "Dude that's a huge fucking claim. Have you told the cops?" I ask. Larry looks upset "I tried man! But they didn't believe me and claimed they needed more proof! Like my word wasn't enough." He shakes his head. I mull over his words "why do you think it's charlie?" Larry glanced away "cause I saw him do it man." I stare at him "no fucking way." "Yes fucking way." Larry says, eyes wide. "Mrs sanderson was having some problems with her plumbing so I was in there to help her, when he came in. I guess he was mad about a rare pony or something, and things got violent." Larry cut himself off and shuddered. And patted his arm gently "dude that's horrible." I think for a moment. Wait- "Larry was the pony he was mad about a pink one? With blonde hair and purple eyes?" Larrys jaw opened in surprise "how'd you know?!" I sit heavily on the bed, swallowing "dude, I saw it on his shelf, there was red on its feet but I thought it was a design choice.." Larry looked elated "dude this is perfect!! That means we have evidence!" I nod, thinking. "How are we gonna get it though?" Larry thought for a moment. "Here, use this lunch box." I take a cute designed lunchbox. "And try and swipe it I guess, your smart dude so you'll figure it out." I nod, thinking about how to do this. The adults like the Anderson tea, and my dad has sleeping pills maybe I can.. "yea, I have an idea." I say, planning my moves in my head.

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