tiful children. Like all the Colleton County Lees, his

hair is prematurely white which goes very nicely with his

piercing blue eyes and fair skin.

After firmly reminding myself that I was a married

woman now (“Married but not brain dead,” my interior

pragmatist said tartly), I put aside those memories of

past regrets and concentrated on his testimony as to the

financial holdings of Harris Farms.

In front of me was a thick sheaf of records that de-

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tailed the checks deposited and the withdrawals made

from the three accounts that the bank handled.

In clear, direct testimony, Dent explained for the rec-

ord precisely how these statements had been generated,

the technology used, the validity and accuracy of the

data. This was not the first time he had come to court

with such testimony and I was no more inclined to dis-

trust his expertise than was my cousin Reid.

The Harrises may have started with a single thirty-

acre farm here in the county, but their tomatoes now

grew in huge fields that sprawled from Cotton Grove

to the other side of New Bern. Yet, despite the amount

of money trundling in and out of their accounts, the

Harrises ran what was still basically a mom-and-pop or-

ganization. Yes, there was a layer of accountants and

clerks to track expenses and taxes; overseers who di-

rected the planting, cultivation, and harvesting out on

the land; mechanics who kept the equipment in good

repair; managers who kept the migrant camps up to fed-

eral standards; and marketing personnel, too, but Harris

Farms was a limited liability company, which meant that

the Harrises owned all the “shares.” Mr. Harris was said

to be a hands-on farmer who still got on a tractor oc-

casionally or rode out to the fields himself.

The gross take from fresh produce they’d sold to the

grocery chain was astonishing, but my eyes really widened

when I saw the size of the check from a major cannery

for the bulk of last year’s tomato crop. Maybe Haywood

was right. Maybe my brothers could do with garden peas

what the Harrises had done with tomatoes.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” Pete Taylor said when the

banker finished speaking.

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“No questions,” said Reid.

Next came testimony from their chief accountant,

then Reid asked for a recess to see if he could contact

his client.

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