Standefer said to me, “I’d like to run your story, It’s not that we don’t believe you, but before we print anything would you be willing to take a polygraph exam?” I replied, “Sure, I’ll take one but I can’t afford to pay for one.” Standefer said, “That,’s okay the owner of the newspaper will pay for it.
It’s June of 1985, San Diego East County and a typically perfect day in Mt. Laguna. June 22 to be exact. The high temperature was 82 degrees and the next day the mercury shot up to 91 degrees. The area is surrounded by igneous rock, formed and crystalized thousands of years ago from volcanos. The boulders jut out from the manzanita, tangled, thorny chaparral and sagebrush as the elevation stretches up almost 6,000 feet above sea level You’ll hear an occasional car drive by this scenic route and the faint sounds of traffic in the distance on Interstate 8. Then in a turnout, off this county road, campers and truckers pull off the road to spend the night. Marring the natural beauty, you see dirt, gravel broken glass bottles, tin cans and bits of paper strewn all over. Tonight , a long with the trash, was the lifeless body of a young woman, dumped like another piece of discarded trash. She was nude with her clothes piled on her abdomen, her pale cold skin exposed to the night. Blotchy bruises already gray with death covered her neck and face. Her deep brown hair swept across her forehead with the soft, summer breezes.
Continuation of Oceanside Blade article. ” I have maintained contact with Larry willingly throughout the entire fiasco,” said Morrison, ” Why? Because he was always provably honest. When this occurred he was nothing more than a young cop. His case was consumed by a cloud of doubt over whether he had killed a prostitute or not.”
In the early 1990’s The Oceanside Blade did an article on me and contacted John Morrison for comment. He was a 25 year veteran Lieutenant on the department and.close friend. John Morrison issued these statements. ” No one short of an innocent man would torture himself the way Larry did.” Morrison said, “Over the years, Larry did nothing more than push for a more far-reaching investigation. He wanted all the skeleton’s exposed.”
It was July 3, 1985. After returning home from the last day of my Civil Service hearing, I noticed a flashing light on my phone’s answering machine. There was a message from a Channel 8 reporter and friend, Dave Cohen. Dave’s haunting message stated, “Larry, It’s Dave Cohen from Channel 8. I hope you’re not planning on suing Donna Gentile. They just found her body a few days ago in Pine Valley.” A cold chill ran through my body.
Don Hardy had given me Lewis’ number at the District Attorney’s Office. After some phone tag, Lewis returned my call. He spoke in a low deep voice. Lewis said, “Larry I know you were set up by your department and I can prove it. Would you be willing to come to my office tomorrow morning about 10:00am and talk with me?”