Of course there were other assets
Of course there were other assets. The loot was sitting innocently in the broom closet, but Ray needed time to evaluate it. Was it dirty money? Should it be included in the estate? If so, it would cause terrible problems. First, it would have to be explained. Second, at least half would get burned in taxes. Third, Forrest would have his pockets filled with cash and would probably kill himself with it.
“So I’ll get twenty-five thousand bucks in a year?” Forrest said.
Ray couldn’t tell if he was anxious or disgusted. “Something like that.”
“Do you want the house?”
“No, do you?”
“Hell no. I’ll never go back in there.”
“Come on, Forrest.”
“He kicked me out, you know, told me I’d disgraced this family long enough. Told me to never set foot on this soil again.”
“And he apologized.”
A quick sip. “Yes, he did. But this place depresses me. You’re the executor, you deal with it. Just mail me a check when probate is over.”
“We should at least go through his things together.”
“I’m not touching them,” he said and got to his feet. “I want a beer. It’s been five months, and I want a beer.” He was walking toward his car as he talked. “You want one?”
“No.”
“You wanna ride with me?”
Ray wanted to go so he could protect his brother, but he felt a stronger urge to sit tight and protect the Atlee family assets. The Judge never locked the house. Where were the keys? “I’ll wait here,” he said.
“Whatever.”
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