William Hunter, 14, lived with his mother and stepfather in Paterson, N. J. A sixth-grader, a lanky boy with a triangular face and messed-up sandy hair, he had an ordinary reputation in the neighborhood—a little behind in his schoolwork, just got a new typewriter, attended Sunday school regularly, was not allowed to run around at night and/or talk back to his mother.
Emmett Jones, also 14, lived near by. A seventh-grader with big ears, a cap worn on the back of his head and the puffed-out cheeks of adolescence, he had never been in trouble either.
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