PART 6
The first real blow to the family was not Ellis’s arrest, but the sudden, absolute silence that followed it.
For thirty years, every major problem in Blackwood Ridge had been resolved with a quick phone call, a cash envelope, or a quiet threat. That morning, no one warned the family from the highway, and no local judge could step in to block the federal raids.
The entire investigation was being coordinated directly from the federal office in Atlanta, far beyond the reach of local bribes.
Agents simultaneously raided the family ranch, the lumber mill, the credit union, the clinic, and Chief May’s police headquarters. In a filing cabinet hidden behind a false drywall at the credit union, they found loan agreements with forged signatures and property deeds sold at absurdly low prices.
They also found a handwritten ledger detailing monthly payments to city officials.
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At the medical clinic, agents discovered pre-signed prescription pads and a small notebook where the doctor recorded deceased patients with the word “closed.”
“I was only doing what Ellis told me to do,” the clinic doctor confessed within an hour of his arrest.
