are just going to question him, and that he’ll be right back. They’ll be suspicious. But when we return him shortly thereafter, they’ll be more accepting when we then take Deron for questioning.”
“That’s a really good idea,” said Acton.
“Yeah, I like that,” said the Judge. “Let’s do that. You guys work out the rest of the details.”
“Judge, you said that you wanted to take care of things one by one,” said Acton. “What did you have next in mind?”
“Well, we’re going to start burning down the whole south side, of course.”
Chapter 10
While the Klan was having their planning meeting, Dodge County was unraveling. Crowds were forming in the streets by the police station—demanding answers from the police. Tensions were building among the Negroes and the whites in the downtown areas and in the industrial areas where the whites and Negroes had to coexist. The Negroes and the whites were bunkering down for a battle—a potential race riot.
Word had gotten out that there were suspects in custody, and the white people wanted them hung immediately. But the Negroes were demanding that the cops release them.
To make matters worse for the Klan, a reporter from Austin had arrived and met up with Goldstein. Goldstein, the State Trooper, and the reporter already drove out to the crime scene and were inspecting it. They quickly discovered the noose. The reporter took a picture of it along with the torch.
“Ryan, what do you think about this?” Goldstein asked the reporter while pointing at the rope.
Ryan Ward was a skinny, tall man in his forties. “Well, it looks like someone was going to be lynched or was lynched.”
“Hmnn, this is consistent with Leon’s story,” replied Goldstein.
“So your client is saying that someone came out of nowhere and shot the white guys up?”
“Yes.”
“This is huge news. This will definitely make the radio news broadcast this evening and the newspaper tomorrow. I’m going to phone it in. I wouldn’t be surprise if it makes the national news either.” Ward paused. “It must have been a Negro don’t you think. I mean a white guy is not going to protect a Negro.”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure that Leon had nothing to do with it.”
“What about his family and friends?”
“No, I don’t think so. I met them all, and they don’t have the knowledge or the resources to pull something like this off.”
“Let’s take a look at the car,” suggested Ward.
“Wow, I can’t believe they left this car here,” replied Goldstein. “For that matter, I can’t believe that they left the crime scene unattended. Shit, now that I think of it, we might get into trouble and be accused for tampering with a crime scene.”
“Yeah, we better get out of here, but I want to quickly check out this car.”
“Yeah, I want to check out the trunk, especially. Did they leave the keys?”
Ward checked the ignition and sure enough, they were there. “Man, the police in Dodge County are really dumb.” Ward grabbed the keys, walked back to the trunk, and opened the trunk.
“Look, there some traces of blood,” said Goldstein.
Ward took out his camera and took a picture of the inside of the trunk where there was blood.
“Come on, we better get out of here.”
They closed the trunk and returned the keys to the ignition.
They walked back to their cars. They each brought their own cars and drove separately to the police station.
~~~~
As soon as their Klan meeting ended, the Sheriff and Junior walked back to the police station, which was about a two-block walk. Once they made their turn onto Main Street, they saw a crowd of about fifty people emerging.
Oh shit, the Sheriff thought. The Sheriff wanted to get out to the crime scene to get the noose and torch out of there, but now it looked like he had to prevent a riot. The white people knew better than to start a riot without the Klan’s blessing, but the Negroes could provoke the white people into a
“That’s a really good idea,” said Acton.
“Yeah, I like that,” said the Judge. “Let’s do that. You guys work out the rest of the details.”
“Judge, you said that you wanted to take care of things one by one,” said Acton. “What did you have next in mind?”
“Well, we’re going to start burning down the whole south side, of course.”
Chapter 10
While the Klan was having their planning meeting, Dodge County was unraveling. Crowds were forming in the streets by the police station—demanding answers from the police. Tensions were building among the Negroes and the whites in the downtown areas and in the industrial areas where the whites and Negroes had to coexist. The Negroes and the whites were bunkering down for a battle—a potential race riot.
Word had gotten out that there were suspects in custody, and the white people wanted them hung immediately. But the Negroes were demanding that the cops release them.
To make matters worse for the Klan, a reporter from Austin had arrived and met up with Goldstein. Goldstein, the State Trooper, and the reporter already drove out to the crime scene and were inspecting it. They quickly discovered the noose. The reporter took a picture of it along with the torch.
“Ryan, what do you think about this?” Goldstein asked the reporter while pointing at the rope.
Ryan Ward was a skinny, tall man in his forties. “Well, it looks like someone was going to be lynched or was lynched.”
“Hmnn, this is consistent with Leon’s story,” replied Goldstein.
“So your client is saying that someone came out of nowhere and shot the white guys up?”
“Yes.”
“This is huge news. This will definitely make the radio news broadcast this evening and the newspaper tomorrow. I’m going to phone it in. I wouldn’t be surprise if it makes the national news either.” Ward paused. “It must have been a Negro don’t you think. I mean a white guy is not going to protect a Negro.”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure that Leon had nothing to do with it.”
“What about his family and friends?”
“No, I don’t think so. I met them all, and they don’t have the knowledge or the resources to pull something like this off.”
“Let’s take a look at the car,” suggested Ward.
“Wow, I can’t believe they left this car here,” replied Goldstein. “For that matter, I can’t believe that they left the crime scene unattended. Shit, now that I think of it, we might get into trouble and be accused for tampering with a crime scene.”
“Yeah, we better get out of here, but I want to quickly check out this car.”
“Yeah, I want to check out the trunk, especially. Did they leave the keys?”
Ward checked the ignition and sure enough, they were there. “Man, the police in Dodge County are really dumb.” Ward grabbed the keys, walked back to the trunk, and opened the trunk.
“Look, there some traces of blood,” said Goldstein.
Ward took out his camera and took a picture of the inside of the trunk where there was blood.
“Come on, we better get out of here.”
They closed the trunk and returned the keys to the ignition.
They walked back to their cars. They each brought their own cars and drove separately to the police station.
~~~~
As soon as their Klan meeting ended, the Sheriff and Junior walked back to the police station, which was about a two-block walk. Once they made their turn onto Main Street, they saw a crowd of about fifty people emerging.
Oh shit, the Sheriff thought. The Sheriff wanted to get out to the crime scene to get the noose and torch out of there, but now it looked like he had to prevent a riot. The white people knew better than to start a riot without the Klan’s blessing, but the Negroes could provoke the white people into a
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