I've been trying to serve a defendant (Mr. X) on behalf of a local bank for about six weeks. He's been lying to the constable about his whereabouts (strange, but true -- defendants sometimes lie to avoid being sued). His last story was that he was out of state for an extended period. A few days ago this constable went to an address to serve Mr. and Mrs. Y on behalf of a completely different law firm. The man who answered said that Mr. Y didn't live there, that this was his, Mr. X's home. The constable said "Hold on a minute," went to his car, retrieved my summons and served Mr. X at his new address, in a completely different city from his former address.
You just can't escape from a good constable.
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