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Inside Jeffrey Lash's 'Alien' Con Man Saga in Hollywood's Backyard. Like well- tended balconies, the hills of the Pacific Palisades rise abruptly from the sea in sloping terraces, giving the place a dreamy quality.

Houses with floor- to- ceiling windows and gently swaying chimes preen westward. Tesla SUVs park in clean and quiet driveways. J. J. Abrams, Reese Witherspoon and honorary mayor Kevin Nealon — the list of Hollywood folks who live here is dizzying.

Much of it is leafy and green, nestled in the foothills of the Santa Monica mountains. Police reports reflect the area's relative security: a laptop stolen from an unlocked car, a phone swiped through an open kitchen door."We'd always joke that this was Mayberry," says Frances Sharpe, who, for two years starting in 2. Palisadian- Post, the town's oldest newspaper. The Post's stories were charming. An ice cream shop was having a sale.

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Someone was turning 1. They offered a bonhomie that brought this exclusive Los Angeles community, where the average home value is $2.

And then one day in July 2. Post ran a different kind of story online, the first of many just like it, even though the paper had never run stories online.

It was accompanied by a photo showing police gathered behind a Palisades condominium, where they had discovered hundreds of high- powered assault rifles and pistols, $2. The owner of this arsenal was a local named Jeffrey Lash, whose decomposing corpse had been found in the front passenger seat of an SUV on Palisades Drive, dead for two weeks. In the coming months, a bizarre tale that involved secret government agencies, covert Black Ops missions and even aliens (those from outer space) began to filter out. News outlets from around the world dove in, briefly, and then departed, leaving behind a feeling that the "palus," the stake that sheltered this community from the gaze of the outside world, had been torn loose.

Two years have passed since Lash was found. Two women who knew him, and loved him, are now fighting in court against a coterie of cousins to recoup what they say is their share of millions. One of them is represented by Harland Braun, the Hollywood attorney known for his longtime defense of director Roman Polanski. Another woman from the dead man's past has vanished, with no apparent explanation. Romantic entanglements with other women have emerged. UFO enthusiasts have concluded that Lash's death is evidence of dark truths long kept hidden from them. Recently, sitting at a Starbucks on the corner of Palisades Drive and Sunset Boulevard, not far from where Lash's arsenal was found, Sharpe, 5.

It just wasn't Mayberry anymore," she says.***Those first news dispatches in the summer of 2. Southern California. Watch Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil Dailymotion. In Santa Monica, Michelle Lyons, now 6. The arms cache discovery had made global headlines, but no one knew about her yet, even though she and Lash had been lovers since the mid- 1. Every day for three decades, Lyons had attended to Lash, and she thought she knew him. But in those first days, with news reports coming fast and furious, Lyons began to realize she knew very little.

Her boyfriend, who had said his name was Jeff Henderson, obviously wasn't who he had claimed to be. She wasn't even his only girlfriend — not by a mile. She felt adrift, mourning a dead stranger.

Lyons met Lash in 1. She was recruiting customers for a marketing research project and called his company, which advertised in the Yellow Pages. They spoke a few times on the phone and then met in person. Lyons was in a flailing relationship at the time, and Lash's arrival hastened an end she had been anticipating.

Here was a brilliant man with real charisma, she thought. His demeanor was intense and authentic; his stories were rich with detail. They began dating, and in 1. Lash moved in with her. Thin and wiry, with a runner's build and gray- blue eyes, Lash seemed alive to her needs.

She found him to be a tantalizingly good listener, and he was more present than any man she'd ever been with. They went for long bike rides, browsed bookstores, dined at fancy restaurants and hiked in the mountains.

In those early years, Lyons recalls, he was often angry, unable to control his emotions. He and Lyons made a pact. She would teach him love and communication; he would show her commitment and excellence. Lash revealed little about his past and showed no inclination to include her in it. He grew tense if she inquired about his family. He said it would be safer to keep her separate from all that, in the event of some calamity.

On the few occasions when she persisted, he got angry, yelling and banging his fists. There were times, Lyons said, when Lash could be "a scary person." Faced with this opposition, she relented. People had a right to their privacy, and Lash, it turned out, had better reason than most: He told her he was a former government agent with a top- secret security clearance. He said he performed counter- terrorism operations, hostage rescues, anti- harassment missions and, on occasion, he rescued people from cults.

He was on a mission to save the world, he said. His company employed a team of highly skilled, dangerous operatives who were intensely loyal to him. Whatever skepticism Lyons harbored about this, she found ways to justify it. Lash owned lots of guns and seemed to know his way around them.

He brought dozens of high- powered rifles and the gear that went with them into the condo they shared. He told Lyons that his company owned an entire building in Beverly Hills. His staff worked 2.

He didn't divulge much else about his work, but there was plenty of training and the occasional mission. Still, Lash went to work every morning, like everybody else, and came home at night.***Sharpe was at work on July 1. It was a Saturday. She was nervous because the Palisadian- Post was about to publish the biggest investigative scoop in its 8. For more than a year, Sharpe and her colleagues had been looking into allegations that a beloved local jeweler had been thieving from customers. There had been 2.

For a small community, it was shaping up to be a major scandal. Sharpe saw it as her duty to publish the dirty laundry. As her team was putting the final touches on the story, Sharpe checked Facebook. Someone had posted news about police commotion down the street. She panicked briefly, but guessed it was just an errant pool guy or a faulty car alarm and went back to the jeweler piece. A little later she checked again and this time saw that police had cordoned off Palisades Drive, the tree- lined road that winds uphill from Sunset Boulevard. The breaking news reporter was away for the weekend, so Sharpe called her staff photographer, who agreed to come in.

Rain poured down as they drove to the police cordon. Instead of the local cops whom she knew, she ran into unfamiliar LAPD officers who barred her from entry. A bomb squad was stationed nearby. She and the photographer snaked up and around the cordon on back streets, going house by house, until they found one with an open garage door. They knocked, identified themselves and were invited to the backyard, where they put up a ladder, peering over the foliage onto a broad alley below.

A white tent had been erected, a bit like the ad hoc government headquarters in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. A K- 9 unit and a hazmat team had assembled. Police had cleared the closest neighbors. Men in civilian clothes milled around.