Timothy - 81. Chapter 81

The following day I told Mom and Dad what happened at the Courthouse. While eating breakfast, Rich arrived with a copy of his write-up for the paper. I took his write-up, “I’ll read this on the way home.”

We left for home, stopping at the farm for a bushel of vegetables, and we had to have a cup of coffee with Aunt Clara. While Stephen drove, I read Rich’s paper.

“Stephen, Rich said that one person was hurt sufficiently to require surgery, and there were several treated for minor cuts and bruises. He said the behavior of grown men and women was a disgrace. We wonder why children become violent when they see adults behaving as wild asses. I didn’t know wild asses acted that way. He said his article would include pictures. I’ll ask Dad to bring copies of the paper when they come up on Friday.”

Arriving home, we went directly to work. I sat in Gramps’s office as Stephan told him about our visit to my hometown.

“Tim, I didn’t realize your hometown is so violent. I know there are bigots, but I always thought that was more common in large cities, not a small city in a rural place.”

“Our city started as a small farm town, and then the automobile factory moved in along with support facilities. Our small farming town turned into a medium-size city with industries supporting the auto plant and subsidiary businesses to support the population. Merchants came, small grocery stores were replaced with supermarkets, furniture and clothing stores came along with restaurants, coffee shops, theaters, and our small schools had to expand. We are no longer a small farm-based city, and we are the third-largest city in our state.”

‘So, what is your next step?”

“Tomorrow, at lunchtime, I’m going over to the Courthouse and pick up blank subpoena forms. Then I’ll fill those out and contact an agency in California to serve the subpoena. I’ll send a copy to Judge Howard and the DA.”

“Is this for Tom?”

“No, it is for Ann Marie, and we will sue him in court here. If the DA arrests him for Tom’s complaint, the DA will probably prosecute him in Judge Howard’s court. “

“Do you know where he is living?”

“No, but I have a way of finding out.”

That evening I called Dad. “Have you read today’s paper?”

“Yes”

“Could you take it to Aunt Clara and have Randy take a photo and send it to me.”

“Just the headlines?”

“No, just Rich’s article. When you come up Friday, you can bring me copies of the paper. If there are any more comments or articles, bring them along as well.”

“Will Randy know how to send that information?”

“Yes, when we stopped the last time, I modified his system so he could send any page of the paper. I’ll call him after supper and tell him what he needs to do.”

After dinner, I completed the subpoena for Bruce Stevens. I left his address blank, and I knew who would give me the needed information. “Stephen, see if you can find a list of subpoena servers in Southern California.”

“Rather than do a large scan, which could take a few hours, let’s wait until you get his address. You’ll need that as well.”

When I woke up in the morning, I had all my information. Bruce worked at a mental health facility located in San Juan Capistrano. He lives in an apartment complex on Camino de Vista in San Juan Capistrano. I completed the subpoena. Now I needed the nearest process server to deliver the summons, A task for Stephen.

“Stephen, can you scan for a process server in San Juan Capistrano, California.”

“Does that mean you have his address? Yes., Donnie gave me the address last night. Now I need a process server to serve my subpoena to Bruce.”

It didn’t take Stephen long to provide me with three. I picked one and called them. I told them who I was, and I had a subpoena for them to serve. They had a flat fee which I thought was reasonable. “I’ll overnight the subpoena to you.” I mailed a copy of my subpoena to Judge Howard and the DA back home. Now the wait.

“Aren’t you afraid he will run as soon as he sees the subpoena?”

“He may try to run, but Donnie will track him down. Once I receive word that he has received the subpoena, I’ll speak to the judge and get it on his docket.”

“Which judge will you use?”

“I was going to see the judge that handled our case with Key Industries.”

Arriving at work, I called the Courthouse asking for Judge Raleigh. His clerk answered, and I told him I would like to have an appointment with Judge Raleigh. A meeting was agreed for the following day at 9 am.

When I got home, I put together Ann Marie’s file. I was all set for this guy, and he was going to pay.

I slept well that night. If I had known what would happen, I wouldn’t have slept that well.