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.