A Quantum Leap to Murder - A Love Story

A Quantum Leap to Murder - A Love Story

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by Harry Harris
     
 

CHAPTER ONE

WHAT the people living in BYRON, a village situated a few miles west of Macon, Georgia didn’t know, was that the Meyers Land Developing Company was not a legitimate business enterprise but a hangout for bank robbers. A group of thieves would meet at that location every so often not only to rekindle their friendships but to plan future…  See more details below

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CHAPTER ONE

WHAT the people living in BYRON, a village situated a few miles west of Macon, Georgia didn’t know, was that the Meyers Land Developing Company was not a legitimate business enterprise but a hangout for bank robbers. A group of thieves would meet at that location every so often not only to rekindle their friendships but to plan future burglaries:

TOMMY LEE LEVENDIS, who was the leader of that notorious group and the master mind behind their capers, smiled wryly at the men sitting in front of him and said, “It’s good to see you boys again and I think you’ll be pleased to hear why I called for a special meeting with you this evening. Now listen to me carefully. I’ve planned another heist for us…but this one won’t be like any of the others we’ve been on; this time we’re not going to break into a bank but into a bank president’s home for our boodle…and if we pull it off successfully, as I’m certain that we will, there will be so much money for each of us that we’ll be able to retire. Now here’s…”

“Wait a minute,” Louis Fallaney said interrupting him. Louis Fallaney was one of Tommy Lee’s four henchmen. “I know you’ve never given us a bum steer; that we’ve never had a problem following your plans robbing banks; also, that each of us always ended up with a good paycheck at the end of the capers…so I’m wondering why you’d want to change the routine?”

“You’re right, Louis,” Tommy Lee said. “I would have been the last guy in the world to want to change it…but after what I heard one of my students say about what his father did for a living, I knew we had to forget about robbing banks and start taking possession of what bank presidents have in their vaults at home.” When he saw that the other members of his gang were anxious to ask questions, he said, “Hold your questions a moment will you fellows…wait until I finish explaining why we’re going to rob a bank president’s home and not his bank…and then you can ask me all the questions you want. Agreed?”
When the men nodded, he said. “You know what I supposedly do for a living, right? I’m a school teacher. And all of you, having followed my advice, have gotten legitimate jobs as well; that’s so we can spend some of the money we get unlawfully without the police, or anyone else, getting wise to what we really do for a living.”
He smiled wryly at his men again and then he said, “One day, as a school experiment, I asked the youngsters in my class what their fathers did for a living…and one by one they told me. And I noticed that the students were all proud of what their fathers did no matter what the job was. For example, one boy said that his father was a plumber…but added quickly that he was the best plumber in the whole wide world… and so on. And one of the boys who’s father, Charles Miller, I knew was a bank president, -- whose bank, incidentally, we robbed several years ago -- said his father was a bookkeeper. I wondered why the boy didn’t brag about his father being a bank president?
So when class was over I took the kid aside and spoke to him about it: “‘Son, you should be proud,’ I said, ‘that your father is a bank president… so why did you say he was a bookkeeper?’ And his answer was as honest as only a six-year-old boy could come up with. Every time his mother took him to the bank where his father worked, which, he said, she did from time-to-time, he never saw him working. All he saw him doing was sitting in his office talking with people…but that the only time he saw his father working was when he was at home. When I asked him what he meant by that, he said that people bring bags of money to the house every so often, which his father counts on a machine and then writes the amounts down in a large book.’
‘When I asked him what made him think that there was money in the bags that the men brought to the house, he said because he saw some money fall out of one of them. And that when he spoke to his father about it, his father told him that the bags were filled with some money but that mostly they were filled with receipts from businesses that had accounts at his bank, which he had to register in his large book. I told the kid his father was right, that sometimes that’s what bank presidents have to do, but that his father was, nevertheless, a bank president, and I sent him on his way. But I had a feeling that the kid was being honest about what he saw, so the upshot I came to was that his father, Mr. Charles Miller, the bank president of the Southern Bank of Macon, Georgia

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ISBN-13:
2940015012125
Publisher:
Linda Jones
Publication date:
07/29/2012
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