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On August 11, 1984, Donna Gentile went to my Sergeant with trumped up charges of misconduct against me While my Lieutenant. Carl Black was giving her money, I was giving her nothing and collecting information on the scandal. Once Gentile realized if I brought this to the department’s attention, she would lose her “Sugar Daddy.” Gentile and my Sergeant, Harold Goudarzi drove to the Denny’s restaurant in the College Grove area away from the beat and took a recorded statement from her. Gentile was interviewed once again, this time at a non-disclosed location in the City of Lemon Grove by Internal Affairs Lieutenant Les Ginn and Sergeants Glenn Breitenstein and Harold Goudarzi There is only a mention of this meeting, no recorded or written interview, only a statement from Breitenstein that Gentile basically stated the same thing as she had in her recorded statement. How do we know what was said? Why was no interview taken? Did Gentile mention to them about her relationship with Carl Black? I don’t think so. He was her “Sugar Daddy”. It would be her reasoning for turning me in, to keep the money coming from him. #DoAsISay,NotAsIDo.

I won the battle, but was losing the war. I previously mentioned when I first had a target on my back. From the time I first filed a grievance over my academy classes pay issue. That was long before the Gentile investigation. I was passed over for field training officer, “Nora” unit training which consisted of specialized training in evidence collection at crime scenes. Detectives from various investigative bureau’s requesting I receive investigative training with their unit. I was asked by Sergeant Dave Elliott from Robbery division to work their “Star” detail. This was a yearly special enforcement detail they ran between Thanksgiving to the first of the year. Undercover patrol and robbery units were added to the field during the holidays when liquor stores, grocery stores, banks and large businesses dealt with larger cash amounts and were prime targets for robberies. Sergeant Jake Jacobson from the Fencing unit also requested I work for weeks with his unit. Detective Steve Baker from Special Investigations also requested I work with their unit. Even my division at Eastern, the answers were all the same. Sorry, manpower shortages, can’t spare you. #Blackballed

2of 2: This was a stalemate and I refused to be put into any sort of compromise. She stood there silent, her breast nipples barely shrouded in the sheer fabric. She was “loaded for bear,” waiting for me to be tempted. But, I was smarter than the average bear. I refused to be compromised. Instead of getting turned on, I was getting pissed off. I angrily told her, “Look, either you tell me who you’re talking about or I’m outta here!” I began to descend the stairs, when she finally blurted out, “Its Carl!’ I turned and shouted, “Carl who? There are a lot of Carls’ on the department.” With irritation in her voice she stated, “It’s Carl Black!” “I don’t believe you,” I shot back. She insisted,” I’m telling you the truth” I asked for her phone number so I could communicate with her instead of driving the streets looking for her. I kept thinking what Gentile told me on my way home. Was my lieutenant dirty? He was in charge of the Prostitution Enforcement Detail. I needed to learn more. In a follow- up conversation the next day Gentile revealed she was going to the Colorado River with Carl Black and two other Sergeants and spouses. I called and told one of my Sgt’s.

1 of 2: Gentile told me on a street stop that she was tired of the cops harassing her, but that would be ending soon as she had a Lieutenant in her hip pocket. I replied, “What! You’re screwing one of the brass?” She said, “I’ll tell you if you come over to my apartment after work.” Was one of our own officers dirty, providing favors to a criminal? I had to find out. Gentile lived in an apartment complex in La Mesa just outside the City limits a short distance away. After my shift was over, I drove to her apartment to find out who she was talking about. If this was a bunch of bull, I would’ve dropped it right there and told the department, she was a liar and to be leery of her. However, if it were true, I needed to get as much information as possible and turn it over to internal affairs. When Gentile opened her door, she wore a sheer red teddy. I looked past her to the wall behind her to see a San Diego County Sheriff’s Department decal that normally was displayed on the front doors of their squad cars. “Come in,” she invited me. “No, I’ll stand in the doorway.” I replied. It became a game of cat and mouse and I figured I was wasting my time. #Investigation

In January of 1989, I provided Deputy District Attorney Dick Lewis with a suspect behind the Gentile homicide and linked to 13 other cases. I was also asked to do surveillance for him and started political investigations. District Attorney Ed Miller knew nothing about this until 1999 when I sat at his table at a fund-raising dinner with him and his wife Barbara. But, that was six years after his San Diego Metropolitan Homicide Task force had disbanded. #TheWordWasFinallyOut

In June of 1985, I came home after work and noticed the outside porch light was out. Upon approaching my front door, I found my double cylinder deadbolt lock removed from my security screen door in two pieces on the ground. I opened my inner door and walked inside to check the house out. I turned the light switch on and nothing happened. I got my flashlight and walked outside to the power box and found the lock snipped and on the ground. My main power switch was turned off. A thorough search of the house indicated no loss and nothing seemed to be disturbed. What would be the point of removing my lock and turning my power off? Coincidence or done with malicious intent? You decide. #Oddities