Sycamore Row - John Grisham

out of state. Otherwise, everyone in Clanton would know exactly.”
“We’d better move fast to protect it. I’ll sign an order giving you the authority to take
possession of Mr. Hubbard’s financial records. Once Quince Lundy is on board, you guys
can start digging.”
“Yes sir.”
Judge Atlee took a long sip of coffee from a paper cup. He looked through a dirty
window, seemed to gaze upon the courthouse lawn, and finally said, “I almost feel sorry
for that poor woman. She’s lost all control, surrounded by people who smell money. She
won’t have a dime when Sistrunk gets finished with her.”
“Assuming the jury finds in her favor.”
“Will you request a jury, Jake?”
“I don’t know yet. Should I?” The question was far out-of-bounds, but at the moment it
didn’t seem so. Jake braced himself for the reprimand, but instead Judge Atlee managed
a tight grin as he continued staring at nothing outside. “I’d rather have a jury, Jake. I
don’t mind making tough decisions. That goes with the job. But, in a case like this, it’ll
be nice to have twelve of our good and faithful citizens in the hot seat. I’d like that, for
a change.” His grin became a smile.
“I don’t blame you. I’ll make the request.”
“You do that. And Jake, there are a lot of lawyers out there and few that I really trust.
Don’t hesitate to stop by and say hello and drink coffee if something needs to be
discussed. I’m sure you appreciate the significance of this case. There’s not much money
around here, Jake, never has been. Now, suddenly, there’s a pot of gold, and a lot of
people want some of it. You don’t. I don’t. But there are plenty of others. It’s important
that you and I stay on the same page.”
Jake’s muscles relaxed for the first time in hours, and he breathed deeply. “I agree,
Judge, and thanks.”
“I’ll see you around.”