I’ve written a blog post about people running from me, but this story deserves special recognition. As a matter of fact, I’d like to give this man some sort of an award, for being the most well-to-do person, to ever run from me. It’s even taking place in the present time, June 2020.

The gentleman in question is a corporate officer for a well known, respected company, here in Mesa. A law firm in Texas wants to depose him for a Superior Court case, here in Arizona. They just want to ask him questions. He’s not even a party to the lawsuit. He would never answer their phone calls. They asked me to serve a subpoena to compel him to appear at a deposition.

On Wednesday I left my card at the office, but they told me he was busy.

On Thursday, a gentleman returned my card, saying this corporate officer wouldn’t accept it from me. Most of you know me well enough, by now, to know that my card being returned to me meant: THE CHASE WAS ON!

I scoped out their building, and what I thought were all the exits, but was wrong. I sat out in the parking lot (107 degrees in the shade) for nearly three hours. My son, Andrew, brought me a folding chair and a gallon of water. And there I sat making a spectacle of myself but wanted them to know I was there. I figured the folding chair would be the “last straw” and my guy would come out to be served, but no!

At the end of the day the gentleman who returned my card, who I’m now calling the “co-conspirator”, was the last to leave. He left in a strange fashion. First, he drove a pickup truck off the property, and then returned a few minutes later, on foot to drive a Lexus away. At that moment I realized I’d been had. I didn’t understand the building had other exits I’d missed. The guy I was trying to serve went out the back of the building and had the co-conspirator pick him up in his own pickup truck.

What I didn’t realize, until the next Tuesday, when I saw the motor vehicle records, is that two guys probably ran from me. The co-conspirator moved two vehicles, neither of which belonged to him. I believe now, that one of their two statutory agents ran as well.

In a funny twist, I was back at the building late on Friday trying to figure if there was a way I could cover all four exits. There was, but the only problem was it put me smack dab in front of their main entry door! I was standing there trying to figure out the best place to stand, when the co-conspirator returned with dinner, to work late that night. He was not happy to see me, but I made my point, that I wasn’t going away.

Today is Saturday and I drove by again today, but nobody was there. I think I will hold this blog in check so we all, including myself, will know how this story ends.

How Did This Story End?

It’s a week later now, and I can finally finish the story. I spent Monday and Tuesday, working on having license plate information run. It required the combination of our warrant clerk’s work and that of a private investigator. The gentleman I was trying to serve had figured out a way to suppress his personal information on MVD records.

Tuesday night, I drove out to his house in Queen Creek and spent about an hour out there waiting to see if anyone came home, but they didn’t. I left three cards, one for his wife, under a package left for her on the front stoop. Later that night, I stopped by the office and found the car registered to the co-conspirator. He was working late again. I left a card for him, but this time was able to leave it in his name, which I now knew.

After leaving the cards at his house, the corporate officer stopped parking his truck at the office. I drove by the office multiple times on Wednesday and Thursday, never seeing his truck.

Then, Thursday afternoon, like some sort of miracle, he called me, and we met, where he accepted service. If you are reading this sir, you impressed me with your intelligence, and knowledge of the law.

On the phone, as we were driving to meet each other, he asked me if I was running for Justice of the Peace. It seems I had visited his dad while out campaigning this year. I recognized his dad’s name, but couldn’t place him. I hope you’ll still consider voting for me, sir! The funny thing is that when I met this corporate officer I actually liked him.

The lesson here reinforced earlier lessons learned, which is to never give up. I’ve learned that from both Judge Pearce and Judge Ash! We’ve had cases in our court, which each has tried to resolve for years, regarding the collection of fines.

— Ed Malles