never once had he taken them fishing
Judge Atlee was elected to the bench of the 25th Chancery District in 1959 and was reelected by a landslide every four years until 1991. Thirty-two years of diligent service. As a jurist, his record was impeccable. Rarely did the Appellate Court reverse one of his decisions. Often he was asked by his colleagues to hear untouchable cases in their districts. He was a guest lecturer at the Ole Miss Law School. He wrote hundreds of articles on practice, procedure, and trends. Twice he turned down appointments to the Mississippi Supreme Court; he simply didn’t want to leave the trial bench.
When he wasn’t wearing a robe, Judge Atlee kept his finger in all local matters – politics, civic work, schools, and churches. Few things in Ford County were approved without his endorsement, and few things he opposed were ever attempted. At various times he served on every local board, council, conference, and ad hoc committee. He quietly selected candidates for local offices and he quietly helped defeat the ones who didn’t get his blessing.
In his spare time, what little of it there had been, he studied history and the Bible and wrote articles on the law. Never once had he thrown a baseball with his sons, never once had he taken them fishing.
He was preceded in death by his wife, Margaret, who died suddenly of an aneurysm in 1969. He was survived by two sons.
And somewhere along the way he managed to siphon off a fortune in cash.
Maybe the mystery of the money would be solved over there on the desk, somewhere in the stacks of papers or perhaps hidden in the drawers. Surely his father had left a clue, if not an outright explanation. There had to be a trail. Ray couldn’t think of a single person in Ford County with a net worth of two million dollars, and to hold that much in cash was unthinkable.
He needed to count it. He’d checked on it twice during the evening. Just counting the twenty-seven Blake & Son’s boxes had made him anxious. He would wait until early morning, when there was plenty of light and before the town began moving. He’d cover the kitchen windows and take one box at a time.
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