Mystery Moon-Final Episode

Mystery Moon ~Final Episode
“I’ve been in touch with Golden State Studios,” Lloyd Val said. “They have asked for you to take part in their new war film.”
“Are you kidding? They fired me. Remember?”
“All is forgiven. I have a nice fat contract in my brief case,” Lloyd Val said.
“What are you talking about? I have a missing wife and besides I’m an orchardist, now,” Hub said.
“Keep your options open,” Lloyd Val said.
After Sheriff Biscaluz left, Hub and Lloyd Val sat on the porch to watch the sun set and smoke cigars.
“I love this time of day,” Hub said. “What options? I have more obligations than options.”
“You never know,” Lloyd Val said, blowing a smoke ring, watching it gently settle to the floor. “Things can change when we least expect it.”
“Things don’t change much here in Santa Barbara County,” Hub said.
“Tomorrow is another day,” Lloyd Val said.
“Where have I heard that one,” Hub said.
Ten minutes later Rosa called them in to eat enchiladas and homemade tortillas, with frijoles refritos on the side and mugs of cold beer.
“I love your cooking, Rosa,” Lloyd Val said. “If I stayed here a month I’d have to go back in a truck.”

The next morning Hub and Jose sat drinking their first cups of coffee in the kitchen. “We need to mow the mustard get our spring fertilizer dug in,” Jose said.
“It’s been a dry month how about irrigating?” Hub asked.
“I don’t think so,” Jose said.
“Well, I’m going to ask the farm advisor,” Hub said.
“Another few weeks we will be picking the crop. You want those pickers plowing through the mud? Jose asked.
“I’m asking the farm advisor.”

Later that morning Lloyd Val Halovitch called Attorney Mitchell in Los Angeles and explained the latest developments.
“So you think Mr. Kemp’s wife may be with the Gypsies?” Mitchell asked.
“No, I don’t but if this plays out the way I think it is going to, I may get Hub Kemp to come back to LA with me,” Lloyd Val said.
“That’s important to you?’ Mitchell asks.
“I wish it wasn’t but it is,”Lloyd Val said.
“These are strange times. Okay, I’m going to hire the Cameron Detective Agency and put them on this,” Mitchell said. “They are the best.”
“And the most expensive.”
“That too.”

“Red spider is bad this year,” Hub said as Lloyd Val walked out on the front porch.
“Is he acting up again? I thought Hop a Long took care of him last year, ”Lloyd Val said.
Hub grinned. “Nope he’s still with us.”
“We’re talking about spraying the orchard, Senior,“ Jose said.
“I think we need to spray right away,” Hub said. “Will you take care of that, Jose?”
“Si, Senior.”
Jose left and Lloyd sat down in the vacated chair.
“What’d ya find out?” Hub asked.
“I hope you don’t mind, Lew Mitchell told me he phoned Sheriff Biscaluz and asked to handle the situation in Orange County.”
“How come? I thought we could use all the help we could get.” Hub said. “I thought Mitchell’s name was Sheldon.”
“It is, but he thinks it sounds too snooty. He prefers Lew,” Lloyd Val said.
Hub shrugged. “Okay.”
“Are you familiar with Bolsa Chica?”
“I heard of it when I lived in Orange County,” Hub said.
“It was an old outpost for coastal artillery during WWII. Underground passages, that kind of stuff. Sheriff Music thinks the gypsies have stashed all kinds of contraband in the place. He’s dying to find an excuse to give it a thorough going-over,” Lloyd Val said.
“Typical, but…,”
“But me no buts. If the Gypsies are holding Opal against her will, Mitchell figures that would be the place they’d hold her.”
“I’m going down there and look for myself,” Hub said.

Hub came gliding into the runway at Eddie Martin’s Airport. The single engine Ryan handled like the thoroughbred she was. Eddie Martin and Carlo Gitano were standing by the hanger as Hub taxied the Ryan to a parking spot.
He stuck his head out the side window. “Hi, Bozos,” he greeted.
“It’s about time you showed up here,” Eddie Martin said after Hub cut the engine.
“It’s good to see you, Hub,” said Carlo as he gave him a big embrace.
“You two don’t look any the worse for wear,” Hub said. “Some big shot lawyer was supposed to meet me here.”
“He phoned, said he was running a little late,” Eddie said. “Come on in the office and have a cup of coffee. “
Hub followed Carlo and Eddie to the administration building and into the modest office.
Once seated Hub took a sip of the offered cup of coffee and made a face. “Some things never change.”
“What did you expect? You’ve stepped back into the real world,” Carlo said.
“Where do you get your coffee? One of the Hill’s brothers?” Eddie asked.
“Actually, I was surprised to find it drinkable,” Hub said.
Carlo and Eddie grinned.
The friends spent the next fifteen minutes talking catch-up. They shook hands as they heard a big automobile stop in front.
“Good luck, Hub.”
“Thanks, guys. See you later,” Hub said as he stepped into the fancy automobile.
“Mr. Kemp I presume,” greeted the occupant in the back seat.” I’m Lew Mitchell. Is Lloyd Val Halovitch with you?
They shook hands. “No, I flew on ahead. Lloyd Val had driven up to Moon Grove in his car.” Hub settled into the cushy seat beside Mitchell.
“Back to LA, driver,” Lew Mitchell instructed.
“Where exactly are we going?” Hub asked.
“Good old Lloyd Val; never is much on details,” Lew Mitchell said. “He’s renovating an apartment building on Wilshire he purchased from Howard Hughes. There’s a kind of a penthouse on the roof he fixed up for you to stay in.”
“Sounds good to me,” Hub said.
Lew Mitchell grinned. “It isn’t much like a New York penthouse. It’s on top of a three story building.”
Hub laughed. “What do you call a penthouse that’s only four stories up?”
“A playhouse? Anyway, I think you will find it comfortable. Did Lloyd tell you that I hired a reputable detective agency to help us find your wife?”
“He did. I understand you have done a thorough background search on Opal,” Hub said.
Lew Mitchell paused and rubbed his chin. “My staff has pulled together a very thorough going report on Opal Kemp. I must warn you there are things in there that I wouldn’t want to know about my wife, but it has given us a number of leads we wouldn’t have thought of without it. Basically, we have stripped the poor woman stark naked and past skin deep. What would you say to a generalized report that left out some of the lurid details?”
Hub thought a moment. “I know you are trying to spare me some pain but I think I must have the complete story.”

The Pachard pulled up in front of an imposing building that had seen better days. It had a circular driveway. “Shall I pull on in?” the driver asked.
“Yes, pull up to the entrance,” Lew Mitchell said.
He and Hub alighted and walked up a couple of steps and opened the front door. Hub was surprised to see there was a large room, not quite a hotel lobby but large enough to contain a doorman and a security desk and counter. It contained cans of paint, tools and instruments of repair.
“They’re still working on the place. I don’t think the elevator is working yet. Mind taking the stairs? The penthouse is finished,” Attorney Mitchell said.
The pair sweated their way up to the forth floor.
“I’ll be glad when they get the elevator working,” Hub said when they entered the penthouse.
“It’s a climb all right,” Lew Mitchell said mopping his brow with a monogrammed handkerchief. “But look how nicely Lloyd Val has furnished the place.”
“It looks great, but could we sit down a minute?” Hub asked flopping into a leather chair.
Lew Mitchell freed a couple of cokes from the refrigerator, handed one to Hub before he took a seat.
Hub reached out and placed the coke bottle on his forehead.
“I’m sure glad you came here, Hub. I was going to ask you to do so,” Lew said.
“Oh? How come?”
“The Cameron Detective agency wants to search the Bolsa Chica site as soon as possible. I asked them to wait until you got here. What if they find your wife in there? One of the detectives looks like a gorilla in a man’s suit.”
“I see. If I’m along she might not be scared out of her wits.”
“Right.”
“Can I assume that the reason for searching the Bolsa Chica site was found in your research on Opal?” Hub asked.
“I think that’s a fair statement,” said Lew Mitchell looking a bit uncomfortable. “Does the name Alfredo ring a bell?”
“Yes. I believe he’s one of the Gypsy leaders.” Hub laughed. “I remember Opal referred to him as tall, dark and handsome.”
“That’s the one. We think he has a more than passing interest in Opal,” Lew Mitchell said.
Hub frowned. “I get it. You think that Opal might be a prisoner in Alfredo’s lair.”
“Something like that,” Lew Mitchell said.
“I need to read your report,” Hub said.


The next morning Hub received a phone call. “Mr. Kemp? I’m Cole Cameron, Cameron Detective agency. Is it okay to pick you up for our little spelunking expo?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll be there in about five minutes.”

Hub stood on the curb when an old Ford woodie pulled up. Hub crawled in and shook hands with Cole, a rather thin effete person with thinning blond hair. “This is my large partner, Herman Hess,” Cole said. Hess was driving.
“I thought these vehicles were extinct,” Hub said.
“Some of we nostalgia buffs of a different decade hung on to ours,” Cole said. “Herm and I still surf occasionally.”
“You guys have all the fun,” Hub said.
Cole grinned. “It’s still relaxing.”

Thirty minutes later Herm suddenly turned off the road on to a sandy trail that meandered up a rise until he spotted a Mexican kid sitting on a rock.
“There’s Mike. He’s to show us a back entrance to the gun emplacement. You can’t keep anything secret from kids,” Cole said. He pulled out a couple of pistols and handed one to Herm. He noted the surprised look on Hub’s face.
“It’s just a precaution. We don’t really expect any trouble,” Cole said.
Mike led the way to a shrubby area and held a bush to one side, exposing a fair-size cavity in the rocky ridge.
Herm led the way holding a large flashlight. Hub didn’t like the sound of the scampering feet as they continued down the dank tunnel.
“Must be a few four legged occupants,” Hub said softly. Cole held a finger to his lips.
After creeping along about five minutes, someone shrieked out a terrified scream and Hub noticed the naked backside of a girl streaking down the tunnel.
He next heard a string of curses emanating from a young man holding a blanket.
Herm backhanded him across the room minus his blanket.
“Easy, Herm, we don’t want to hurt anybody, if we can help it,” Cole said.
Herm took the escape route the girl had taken. A dim light appeared at the other end of tunnel.
“I hope this isn’t a near-death experience,” Hub whispered.
They stumbled onto a pile of clothes and various objects. “Is this a gypsy treasure trove?” Hub asked.
A tall figure blocked their way. “Is there something in particular you are looking for?”
“We were hired to find a missing young lady who was rumored to be in this area,” Cole said. ”If you have seen this young person it would be in your best interests to turn her over to us before Sheriff Music becomes involved.”
“I see. I assure you we have not taken any beautiful young girls captive in over one hundred and fifty years..”
“Disappointing,” Cole said.
“However, one of our neighbors has just completed installing a swimming pool. I have heard there is an attractive young lady who has been sunning herself beside that pool.”
“Thanks. We’ll check it out.”

Cole and Herm continued their exam of the old gun site, poking into every nook and cranny, while Hub tagged along. They followed up with a search through the camp itself. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon of the ocean when they called it quits.
“Nothing,” Cole said.
“Not a damn thing,” Herm echoed.
“At least we can eliminate the suspiction the Gypsies are holding Opal,” Hub said. The three guys crunched into the Woodie and headed back to LA.
“The hot trail has begun to dim,” Herm said.
“But we can’t exactly eliminate the Gypsies as suspects,” Cole said.
“No, but it sure weakens our case,” Hub said.
“Herm and I will run down that lead the tall gypsy gave us,” Cole said. “Are you coming with us, Hub?”
“Can’t. My agent has me booked for lunch,” Hub said.
“Okay, we’ll have some pictures for you to examine,” Cole said.

Winded, Hub made it to the door of his penthouse in time to hear the telephone ringing.
“How’d it go?” Lew Mitchell ask as Hub picked up the phone.
“Pretty much a bust,” Hub said.
“Too bad.”
“Yeah, I thought sure we would pick up some clues but we didn’t,” Hub said. “Hold on a minute, I can’t say it was a complete waste of time. We heard some people near the camp ground have built a swimming pool.”
“How does that help?” Lew Mitchell asked.
“The gypsies have noticed an attractive woman around the pool,” Hub said.
“Sounds a little thin. Do you think it might be Opal?” Lew asked.
“I don’t know how it could be, but at least it is something to look into,” Hub said.
“Good luck. I’ll see you tomorrow. Lloyd Val has asked me to tag a long for lunch,” Lew said.

On the sidewalk in front of the Pantry, Fred Sandberg, Golden State Studios, shook hands with Hub Kemp and Lew Mitchell.
“Hub Kemp, I’m glad to see you back in town,” Fred Sandberg said. “Shouldn’t Lloyd Val Halovitch be here?”
“He’s supposed to be buying me lunch,” Hub said. “Wait, isn’t that the big Hudson Hornet pulling into the parking lot?”
“That’s a relief. I thought Lloyd Val was sticking me with buying again,” Lew Mitchell said.
“Why are all you guys standing around out here?” Lloyd Val yelled across the parking lot as he galloped up to them like the Lone Ranger.. “Let’s go in,” Lloyd Val said and set the example by pushing through the front doors. The others trailed in behind him.
“It’s about time you showed up here, Mr. Halovitch. You’ve been setting a very bad example for these other gentlemen,” George Bernard Wiggins said with a smile.
“Hey, George, you heard about the Depression?” Lloyd Val asked. “I had to save up to take these guys out for steaks.”
“I have reserved the round table for you and your knights, Sir Halovitch,,” George Bernard Wiggins said as he led the group down the long extension that comprised the Pantry Steakhouse.
When all were comfortably seated and had ordered their drink preferences, Lloyd Val stood up. “I propose we drink a toast to a friend of some years, who is here on a mission to rescue his missing wife, Opal. To Hub Kemp, my good friend and colleague.”
“Here, here,” came the general response.
The Pantry was known for its simple menu and its quick service. Orders were not necessary. A great Caesar Salad arrived immediately after the toast. Discussion subsided.
“I’m worried that Opal is not receiving the attentions of her doctor,” Hub said, who was seated next to Lew Mitchell.
“You mean her psychiatrist?” Lew Mitchell asked.
“Psychiatrist? What psychiatrist?” Hub asked.
“I see. Opal was treated by a psychiatrist when her first marriage was annulled,” Lew Mitchell said.
“Whoa! I know nothing about a psychiatrist or a first marriage,” Hub said.
“I’m sorry to spring it on you like this but you will read about it when you read my staff’s report,” Lew Mitchell said.
Hub put down his fork, feeling pale and nauseous. “Would you mind if we discussed this later in private?”
“I’m sorry. I thought you knew,” Lew Mitchell said.
Hub abruptly left the table. Lloyd Val looked up in alarm.
“Mitchell, what in the hell did you say to Hub that upset him so?”
“I apparently told him something he didn’t know about his wife,” Lew Mitchell said looking dismayed.
Hub hailed a cab and retreated to his penthouse.

The nest morning Lew Mitchell phoned Hub and apologized for his faux pas.
“My detectives have some pictures you might like to take a look at, if you feel up to it,” Lew Mitchell said. “Should I bring them over?’
“No. I’ll come to your office about one. I think it’s about time I looked at the report you’ve compiled on Opal,” Hub said.
“I agree. I’ll see you at one,” Mitchell said.
After Hub hung up he thought a minute and decided to call his brother. He started to dial the number but broke the connection. It’s probably a little too soon to phone Jess, he decided. He called a cab and arrived at Lew Mitchell’s offices at five minutes to one P.M.
The Receptionist handed Hub the report and led him to a private office. “When you’re finished reading the report just leave it on my desk.”
“Will you inform Mr. Mitchell that I am here?”
“Of course. He will see you after you have had time to look over the report,” the receptionist said.
Hub sat down and began to read. He was surprised to note that Opal was briefly married to a Alfredo Negeve, the leader of a band of Gypsies. She was seventeen and pregnant. She had a miscarriage and her parents, the Morrows, had the marriage annulled. After the annulment Opal became seriously depressed. She came under the care of a psychiatrist, Dr. Manfred Sickafus. She was diagnosed manic depressive. The Doctor suggested she take nurses training at the local hospital as therapy. After completion of the course she became a full-time professional nurse. She continued to see Alfredo Negeve even after she was married to Hub Kemp. Sexual promiscuity was noted as a common symptom of manic depression. Hub looked up as Lew Mitchell entered the office. They shook hands.
“Wow! It’s surprising how little one knows about ones own wife,” Hub said.
“Particularly, if she doesn’t want you to know,” Lew Mitchell said. He put a packet of pictures on the table. “See if you recognize the guy in these photos Cole and Herm took.”
Hub spread the pictures out on the table. “Good grief! I can hardly make out if this is a man or woman.”
“I don’t know if they need a new camera or photography lessons. But I did get a phone call from Cole. They think they saw Opal by the pool,” Lew Mitchell.
“That just adds to my confusion,” Hub said.
Lew Mitchell sat down at the table. “We need to get some clarification as to what our strategy is going to be,” Lew said. “Now that you read the report, what’s your plan of action?”
“A couple of weeks ago, I thought my wife left because she was mad at me and with a little counseling we could patch things up. Now I realize there are things going on of which I was unaware and still don’t understand,” Hub said. “Off-hand, I think I may have to consider divorce.”
“What about this manic depressive problem?” Lew asked.
“Right. Does she expect me to forgive and forget or what? I could sure use some suggestions, Lew.”
“Okay. I suggest we go to the Morrow household and confront the parents and Opal and possibly Alfredo, as well,” Lew said. “We need to know the whys and wherefores of this strange series of events. If we can do this without a formal deposition, we won’t have to get into possible criminal charges.”
“I agree. Set it up but I want you at my side,” Hub said.

The Morrows were not enthused about the meeting but when Attorney Mitchell mentioned criminal charges, their attitude changed. Attorney Mitchell explained there was no point in hiding Opal any longer. His detectives had pictures of Opal on their property at their new pool. Mitchell phoned Hub and said he would pick him up and drive him to the meeting at the Morrow residence the next day.

“Is Opal going to be there?” Hub asked as he stepped into Lew Mitchell’s late model Packard.
“I think so,” Lew said. “But who knows? I’m prepared to lay some heavy threats on them if she’s not.”
Hub looked grim. “My feelings are mixed but they must know they have caused me a great deal of anguish.”
“We have to force Opal out into the open, to make sure she’s alive and well.”
“Yes, but what if she’s not?” Hub asked.
“I will ask Sheriff Music to get a warrant and search the premises for her,” Mitchell said.
Twenty minutes later, Hub and Lew Mitchell were sitting in the Morrow living room with Cade and Lucy Morrow.
“So this whole time you knew that Opal was okay but you didn’t see fit to inform me?” Hub asked.
“Opal was unhappy being stuck in that orange grove miles and miles from her home in Orange county. She was afraid you would insist on having her return,” Lucy explained.
“ I can’t believe you people,” Lew Mitchell said. “You didn’t think Hub, her husband, would be concerned?”
“I want to hear this from Opal,” Hub said.
“Yes. It’s time to stop beating around the bush. Ask her to come out and join us,” Lew Mitchell said.
“She may be with Alfredo in the Gypsy camp,” Cade Morrow said.
“Send for her immediately or I will ask Sheriff Music to get a search warrant and comb this residence and the camp for her,” Lew Mitchell said.
“Oh, please, don’t involve the authorities!” Lucy Morrow pleaded. “Opal is very fragile.”
“No need for that,” Opal said, stepping out from behind the door where she had been hiding. “I can explain everything.”
“Oh? How is that Opal? Can you explain running off and not telling me where you were going or when you were coming back?” Hub asked.
“When you started urging me to have children, I felt trapped,” Opal said. “My miscarriage was a terrible experience. I didn’t want to think about having children.”
“You could have told me,” Hub said.
“I started thinking if I could return to my first love, everything would be okay,” Opal said.
“I had no idea,” Hub said.
“I planned to stay with Alfredo and not come back,” Opal said.
“So you decided to shack up with this Alfredo?” Hub asked.
“Actually it was you I was shacked up with. Alfredo is my first and only husband and I plan to honor those vows that I originally swore to,” Opal said.
The shock was visible on Hub’s face. “So the vows we made to each other meant nothing?”
Lew Mitchell quickly intervened. “Hub, excuse me for the interruption, but I think this matter is beyond recriminations. There have been some serious breaches of common decency. Are you saying, Opal, the whole time you were supposed to be married to Hub you were carrying on a conjugal relationship with your former husband?”
“Yes, I have never stopped loving Alfredo,” Opal said.
“And you intend to forsake Hub and return to Alfredo?” Lew Mitchell asked.
“That is indeed my intention,” Opal said.
“How in the world can this mess be resolved?” Hub asked.
“The obvious answer is that you and Opal should divorce,” Cade Morrow said.
“There may be an easier way,” Lew Mitchell said. “Opal, did you ever divorce Alfredo?”
“No.”
“The annulment took care of that,” Lucy Morrow said.
“Maybe not. Would you folks object if I could get the annulment set aside?”
“What would be the purpose?”
“If I can do that, the first marriage would still be in effect and the second one could probably be set aside,” Lew Mitchell said.

THE AFTERMATH

Lew Mitchell was able to cancel the annulment of Opal’s first marriage and to persuade a judge that Hub was a victim of an unusual set of circumstances and he set aside the second marriage.
Hub flew back to Moon Grove with his ego and feelings badly bruised. The remaining fragments of a failed love and marriage saddened him, but he eventually came to the conclusion that he had emerged from the situation in better shape than he had any right to expect.
Some weeks had passed when Lloyd Val Halovitch called.
“Thank you, Lloyd Val,” Hub said. “Lew Mitchell did a great job of repairing a really bad situation.”
“Lew told me you rewarded him rather handsomely,” Lloyd Val said.
“He deserved it. He was able to cut through the world’s largest Gordian knot.” Hub said.
“I still have this contract with Golden State Studios. How about moving back to LA and going to work? It might help take your mind off the whole unpleasant experience,” Lloyd Val said.
“I have recovered rather well, all things considered. I think I just might take you up on your suggestion, but it would have to be on my terms,” Hub said.
“Well, knock me over with a feather! What terms?” Lloyd Val asked.
“I will keep Moon Grove. I guess I told you about my mother’s ideas about buttermilk and moons,” Hub said.
“Only a few hundred times,” Lloyd Val said. “What other terms?”
“I will buy half of your apartment building on Western if I can have the penthouse for my LA residence.” Hub said. “And everything will hinge on getting my brother, Jess, and his wife to move out here to take care of Moon Grove for me.”
“We have a deal,” Lloyd Val said.

Mystery Moon~Episode #4

Mystery Moon~Episode #4
Sheriff Biscaluz walked up on the porch where Lloyd Val and Hub were sitting. “We found the Model T. It was stuck back in those woods back of the public camping grounds. What’s going on back there?”
“Have a seat, Sheriff. What do you mean?” Hub asked.
` “My guys found evidence that a group has been camping there for sometime,” the Sheriff said.
“Oh. You know what? Those may be my Gypsies,” Hub said.
“Your Gypsies?” Lloyd Val asked.
“In a manner of speaking,” Hub said. “I gave them permission to camp on my place. They come around about this time every year.”
“They sure made a mess of your camp grounds,” the Sheriff said.
“They always do but they’re basically good folk,” Hub said.
“They don’t have a good reputation,” the Sheriff said.
“I’ve never had a problem with them,” Hub said.
“I wonder if they stole the Model T. Did your wife know they were here?”
“Opal found them quite fascinating. She always hung around the camp, talking, listening to their music, watching their dancing, I think someone in the band wrote to her, and told when they were coming,” Hub said.
“I’m surprised you didn’t keep a closer watch on them, particularly since you wife had a special interest,” the Sheriff said.
“I never felt the need for that. Jose kept track of what they were doing and I know he watched out for Opal. He didn’t like the mess but I know they paid him to clean up the place when they left.”
“The gypsies add another dimension to the problem of your wife’s disappearance,” the Sheriff said.
“Really? We’ve always treated them well. Let them use our water and waste facilities. We don’t charge them for the camp grounds They earn quite a bit of money while they’re here. They sell a lot of their crafts. Like outdoor furniture. Several are good mechanics and they work cheap,” Hub said.
“No complaints from the neighbors?”
“Hm. Now that I think of it there was a complaint a couple of years ago when a teen age girl decided to run away from home. She left the county with the gypsies,” Hub said.
“Do you know where they go when they here?”
“I heard Opal say they went to Bolsa Chica. That’s in Orange County near where Opal used to live,” Hub said.
“Now that is very interesting,” Lloyd Val said.
“Why do you say that?” Hub asked.
“I think the fog is beginning to lift,” Lloyd Val said.
“My boys didn’t find anything except a pair of women’s shoes in the tack room,” The Sheriff said.
“Opal changed into boots when she went ridding,” Hub said.
“I think I’ll phone Sheriff Music in Orange county and ask him to see if the Gypsies have reached Bolsa Chica yet,” the Sheriff said.
“Would you mind, Sheriff, if I had my attorney look into that?” Lloyd Val asked.
“Is that alright with you Mr. Kemp?”
“Okay,” Hub said.
“What’s your attorney’s name?”
“Sheldon Mitchell,” Lloyd Val said. “He’s well-known in LA and Orange county.”
The Sheriff scribbled a note in his pad. “Fine, but I want a copy of his report to you.” “You can always call Sheriff Music if the report doesn’t satisfy you but I think it could very well solve the case for you,” Lloyd Val Halovitch said.