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Story: A Long Time Gone
Cedar Creek, Nevada
Thursday, June 29, 1995 5 Days Prior . . .
SANDY SPENT ALL NIGHT MAKING A LIST OF EVERY ATTORNEY THAT worked at Margolis Margolis. Reid Margolis, along with his brother Jameson, were the senior partners. There were twenty-two other partners now that Baker Jauncey was dead, and nearly one hundred associates. Attempting to pick through the files Marvin Mann had delivered to determine who was involved was a monumental task.
Sandy clipped the list of names to the papers Marvin Mann had delivered to him the night before. Someone on the list, Sandy believed, had killed Baker Jauncey. He needed help figuring out who it was and didn’t dare ask anyone inside the Nevada State Police for assistance. He was hesitant to mention the lead to anyone in his own department for fear that somehow it would leak to a Margolis family member. His plan was to stash the files in a safe place until he could recruit some trusted help. He had an old college friend who had worked for the IRS for twenty years before moving to the private sector. Now he managed other people’s money and was a financial genius. If anyone could decipher the pages of evidence Baker Jauncey had extracted from Margolis Margolis, it was his friend.
Sandy pulled up to the Reno National Bank at just past nine in the morning. He parked the car and turned to Marvin Mann, who sat in the passenger seat.
“Ready?”
Marvin nodded. “The sooner I get these files off my hands, the safer I’ll feel.”
They walked into the bank and told the receptionist they wanted to open a safe deposit box. She guided them to the elevators where they descended into the basement level and filled out paperwork. For safety, Sandy asked that Marvin be the primary name on the safe deposit box and for Sandy to be added as the only other person granted access.
A polite woman collected the paperwork and distributed two keys before showing them into the vault where the boxes were located. Theirs was number 311. The bank employee inserted her master key into the top slot, and Sandy inserted his personal key into the lower one. Once the box slid out of place, the bank employee smiled and left them alone in the vault. Marvin Mann took the files and placed them in the box. A few minutes later, they were headed back to Cedar Creek.
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