In case you are wondering how the system of delivering a subpoena works on the island, the answer is—Not that well.
The serving—or non-serving—of my recent subpoena went like this:
On Wednesday morning I got a call.
Sheriff: Is this Lisa Sinicki? This is Officer B from the Cumberland County Sheriff’s office.
Me: (to myself) Oh no! Someone’s been hurt. Or robbed. Or both. I looked for Ron, who had left for work at the ice cream store hours earlier. I thought of Lindsey who was away with friends. I my heart accelerated.
Sheriff: I have a subpoena to deliver to you.
Me: (to myself) ?&%*G????V$$!!!!????
Sheriff: I was wondering if you were coming to town anytime soon.
Sheriff: I can’t get out to the island until Monday to serve you because I’m going out of town. I was hoping you were coming into Portland.
Me: I’m not coming into Portland until next week.
Sheriff: Ok. Well here is the lawyer’s phone number. You can call him and maybe he can get the information over to you. I’ll call you Monday when I get back.
I called the lawyer and got the information. It turned out that one of my former clients was involved in a lawsuit with one of their former employees. I called my lawyer and started fulfilling the “requests” outlined on the subpoena.
Monday rolled around and I didn’t hear from the Sheriff.
On Tuesday, my lawyer and I finalized and submit our response to the subpoena. Still now word from the Sheriff.
No word from the Sheriff Wednesday.
No word Thursday.
Thursday afternoon I learned that the lawsuit had been settled.
It is now Sunday and I still haven’t been officially served.
Did the Sheriff forget me? Or is it just too much trouble to take the ferry out to Peaks Island?
I’ll probably never know.