Chapter 12

Murder In Miami
I had many fond memories
of attending grade school at
St.

Charles

Borremeo

in

Parma and can still even

remember the names of my
teachers and most of my
classmates, yet I can't tell
you what I ate for breakfast
three days ago.

According

to the doctors this short-term memory

physical

abuse

and

loss is due

primarily to some

head injuries I sustained while in custody. (See

chapters 14-18) It is a most aggravating and frustrating problem to have,

especially if you are trying to run a business. I can easily forget details
of a meeting if I don't take notes and once even stood my wife up for
lunch after making the date only a few hours earlier. But getting back on
track here, Mrs. Sponseller was my fourth grade teacher and the one thing I
remember about her is the collection of photos and nick naks that she had
on

her desk -

more so than any of

my other teachers. Perhaps

because all the others except Ms, Butler were nuns. But there was one
little item that really caught my attention and puzzled me for years to come.
It was a hand-painted porcelain frame that held a little placard with just six
words on it.

But each word was carefully written in calligraphy and it read "Men plan
and God just laughs". I had just recently learned to read and these
words were quite intriguing to me and I just had to ask her what they
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meant. With a smile and the patience that only an elementary school
teacher could possible have, she bent over and simply tol me "One day
you will understand and you will think these words were written just for you".
Indeed, some fifteen years later I recalled those six little words, and knew
exactly what she meant.

Just a few short weeks before my bribery trial was to begin, I received the
worst news of my life.

My key defense witness and coworker, IRS

Officer Liston Smith was found murdered in his Miami apartment - stabbed
to death.

I received the horrible news via a Miami herald newspaper

clipping that someone had mailed to me anonymously. At first I thought it

was a joke, but a call to Liston's home confirmed the reality of the horror.
I was sick to my stomach and couldn't eat nor sleep for two days. Just
three weeks ago we we're talking together.

What happened with the IRS and Tea Party supporters in 2012 is not new. This abuse
was going on as far back as 1984. The author is one of two IRS agents that reported
the abuse to the FBI. One agent was murdered and the authored was jailed until the
1988 elections passed. Very convenient. FBI Agent Ben Grogan said Attorney
General Meese and Senator Paula Hawkins were both involved. Back then they were
targeting financial donors of then Governor Bob Graham who was making his initial
bid for a Senate seat.

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and now he was dead.

Life can be so rude. Liston was a bright kid in

his prime and did nothing to deserve such a fate. Perhaps it was the
truth that got him killed.
After regaining my composure,
immediately

tried repeatedly

reach Special Agent

phone

Grogan by

but he strangely

to take my calls.

to

refused

Ditto for Jerry.

It didn't take me long to see the

writing

on the wall. The two key

witnesses
scandal
safely

of a major

political

in the making were now

silenced

and discredited.

Liston was dead and n o w

w a s behind

bars

where

I
my

every telephone call and letter

was

closely monitored

and

recorded.

This was just

too

damn

convenient for the government. I now count my blessings for I was the
lucky one.
Months later I called the Miami Herald reporter who covered the story
without revealing my identity and was shocked to learn the following
facts. There was no forced

entry of Liston's apartment.

Whoever

murdered Liston, was either known to him or trusted by him, like a

friend, or someone

posing as a government

official who may have

flashed a badge or some credentials, either fake or real.

If not, it is

not likely that anyone on Miami would open their door for a stranger.
Liston's apartment was not ransacked and nothing was stolen, even
his

wallet

fingerprints

containing
of

the

cash,
assailant

ruling
were

out

found

robbery
at

the

motive.
murder

No
scene
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suggesting

that this was premeditated

murder where the assailant

wore gloves. Today in retrospect I suspect the murder was transacted

by a contract killer, not unlike one of the thugs G. Gordon Liddy hired
to conduct the infamous

Watergate

burglaries.

Thugs for hire in

Miami's underground are both plentiful and cheap.

But even a greater mystery than the murder itself, was why the FBI
weren't

investigating

American

it.

In fact, this was the first time in modern

history that the murder

of a U.S. federal agent wasn't

being investigated by the FBI. Is it because they already knew who killed
Liston and why?

Instead the matter was being handled by the Metro Dade

Police Department's Homocide division.

A few months later I would learn from

a detective, that even though the FBI wasn't investigating Liston's murder, they
saw fit to confiscate the Metro Dade homicide files on him! Later I would
speak with

this

same detective about Liston's death years

later after he

resigned/retired from the MDPD and became a private investigator in Miami .

As of today, I have not been able to ascertain if those files were ever
returned to their rightful owner.
Only a week or two after Liston's murder, I saw a follow-up story in
the Herald suggesting that Liston was "probably killed by a jealous
gay lover"

I grew enraged since I had twice met his girlfriend less

than three months ago.

She was a pretty little thing who told me she

worked as jewelry store clerk.

name like Thomas,
dead man and why?

Joseph,

Her last name I remember was a first

or Williams.

Who wanted to smear a

My mind was quickly filling with questions but

very few answers came to my rescue. But I was in no position to play

private investigator.

I was overcome with panic and a desperation

after I realized that without Liston's corroborating testimony, it would

now be just my word alone against the U.S. government,

and nobody

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would

believe

precisely

a man accused

the scenario

of a crime

that was cleverly

behind
created

bars.

This is

by design - to

eliminate the risk of public disclosure of the IRS hit list and those in
government

behind

it.

Now only Ben and Jerry

along with the

honchos in Washington were the only other people that knew about
the list, and I was now wondering if they would have the balls to tell
the truth if subpoenaed.

But since neither Ben nor Jerry would take

my calls, I was not holding out much hope.

Meanwhile

Debbie got news from the lawyers that the U.S. Attorney's

office was offering a plea bargain "deal".

I called Herb to get the

details and he told me that the deal that was put on the table would
require me to plead guilty to the bribery charge in exchange for a
sentence of probation.

I was i m m e di a t e ly

repulsed b y the i dea of

pleading guilty to a crime I didn't commit. I could never bring myself to

do such a thing I insisted. But the reality of Liston's sudden and very
timely murder, and my inability to reach Ben and Jerry forced me to
reevaluate, especially

since Assistant

U.S. Attorney

kept saying I was going to prison for 15 years!

Michael Cohen

Scare tactics or not,

he had made a believer out of Debbie and she kept suggesting that I
should take the deal and get as far away from the U.S. Government
as I possibly could.
I was stunned at how quickly the situation had changed. With Liston's
testimony, I was prepared to stand up and not only fight the charges,
but expose the IRS corruption that we reported to the FBI. I would
surely be vindicated beyond any question or doubt. Now that he was
removed from the equation, I felt quite hopeless, depressed, and at
the mercy of the most intimidating
Attorneys.

people

I had ever met -

U.S.

If only I could get a hold of Grogan, I was sure he would

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never lie under oath. But why wasn't he accepting

my phone calls

Did he choose to do so or was he ordered to avoid further contact

with me?
Scared and confused, I began to wonder if I might also join Liston if I
went on the stand and testified about how we stumbled upon the IRS
hit list, and our meetings with Ben and Jerry and how the DOJ chose
to sweep things under the rug to protect their boss, Attorney General
Ed Meese.

Would

they

even

let me tell the story

in a public

courtroom, or would they choose to smear or have me killed?

was convinced
want".

of the latter and begged me to just

Debbie

"do what they

If I didn't play their game, I came to the conclusion that at very

best I would be convicted and jailed, even though this was my first
offense.

If I did "what they wanted" and plead guilty, I would walk free

but have the indelible stain of a criminal conviction

which would effectively end my government

on my record,

career, and prevent me

from getting grade A corporate employment in the future.

And the thought of going to a prison scared the hell out of me.
never saw the insides of prison but certainly saw a lot of movies like
Cool Hand Luke and was convinced it was not a nice or safe place to
be at age 25. Then it dawned on me that if I was sent off to jail, I
would probably lose Debbie, the girl I wanted to marry, even if my
mother disowned

me as she threatened to do. After all, she was a

beautiful young girl who could not be expected to put her social and
sex life on hold for years at a time. Even though she said she'd wait
for me, it would not be fair for her to do so. The pressure was building
on me every day to betray myself and plead guilty. How I wish my
father was still alive. He would know what to do. I sure didn't.

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The

final

factor

decision

was

which

influenced

purely

my

financial. Herb

matter-of -factly told me that the $15,000

I paid in legal fees would not cover the
cost of a trial and that I would have top
come up with another
decided

$20,000

if I

to go to trial. But both Debbie

and I recall

that

when

we gave

them

the $15,000 it would be for a trial since

we discussed no other options at the time but a trial.

But that was

then and this is now, and we had no way of getting a refund.

simply did not have any more money and I remember

We

Debbie making

some comment that apparently "justice was sold by the pound".

In

retrospect, she wasn't too far from the mark with her assessment of
the correlation of money and justice in America.
naturally

more expensive.

Like everything

Better lawyers are

else, the legal fees of

attorneys is ultimately determined by the laws of supply and demand.

Certainly F.

Lee Bailey would have handled matters differently, but

got the lawyer that our budget could afford.

Three days before my court appearance,

I conceded and took what

everyone claimed to be was "the easy way out". I agreed with Herb
that I would plead guilty, say I was sorry to the judge and get a
sentence

of five years probation.

We stood before the Honorable

Alcee Hastings, the only black federal judge in Florida at the time.
less than a year, Hastings
corruption

and

bribery

himself would

charges

and face

(Today he is a U.S. Congressman).

In

be indicted on his own

impeachment

hearings.

But this day, I was assured by

both Herb and the prosecutor that I was standing

before an honest

and fair man who would help me out of this mess since it was my
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"first offense" and because I had "an admirable

community service".
Jerome

Stano,

history of volunteer

The letters from Senator John Glenn, Senator

Congress

Mottl and others

written

years

before,

attesting to my character and integrity would also influence the Judge

Or so I was told.
Despite all this, I still not feel comfortable with what I had to do, and I
was quickly growing a guilty conscience

for what

I agreed to do.

Inside I felt I was not only betraying my own values, but all those
nuns at St. Charles, the fathers of Padua, and my own father the very
most. But here I stood in this massive and ornate federal courtroom in
Miami looking ten feet up at a Judge who peered down at me in a
way that made me exceptionally

nervous. After reading my charges,

he told me that that he was made aware of a plea bargain and then
Judge Hastings asked me a string of questions to ensure that I was
not under the influence of any medications,

alcohol, and that I was

sane. After answering the easy questions he came to the really hard
one and asked me how I pleaded.

I hesitated, looked over at Debbie

and then Herb who gave me a reassuring nod. Herb told me to just say
"Guilty your honor" but those words simply could not come out of my
mouth. He asked me a second time and I felt Herb nudging me and
whisper

in my ear "Just say it and get it over with".

that my conscience
convenience

would

allow me to do "I plead

I did the best

guilty

only

for

your honor". I could tell by the grimace on Hasting's

face that he didn't very much like my reply. There was dead silence
in the courtroom as Cohen glared at me and Herb rushed to my side
to tell me I shouldn't have said that.

Judge Hastings called Herb and

Cohen up to the bench for a little private conference known as a "side

bar".

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After

Herb returned to my

side

he told

the judge
that

me that

that

was "pissed"

and

he was

through

going

the

to go

routine

one

more time and that

I must

only say one word

"guilty"

and nothing

more. If I didn't do exactly

as he said, Herb insisted I

would be going to prison. So once again, I stood before the Judge and
he started all over as if we were only rehearsing the first time.

This

time I did as I was told and just said "Guilty", the most distasteful,
foul, and regretful word that ever came out of my mouth.

Judge Hastings seemed relieved and instructed me to come back in

about two months for sentencing
Sentence

Investigation

so that he could review my "Pre-

Report" a document prepared but yet more

government officials that would summarize my life history, absence of

other criminal activity, and identify the sentencing guidelines for the
judge.

I was a bit confused at hearing this because I had expected

the Judge to sentence me to the probation today.

put off for two months?

Why was it being

Herb assured me that this was the normal

routine and that I had nothing to worry about. "The worst part is over"
he insisted. Boy was he wrong.
I did not know Herb very well.

In fact, when I learned he was my

lawyer I was surprised and a bit disappointed.

When I was arrested,

the National Treasury Employees Union contacted Debbie and then

me to say they were getting me the best lawyer they knew, a fellow
by the name
record.

of Jack

Solewicz

who

had an impressive

win/loss

And it was Jack that actually came to visit and interview me.

But after our $15,000

check

cleared,

Jack disappeared

over the
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horizon and off the radar screen forever, and Herb appeared out of
nowhere

claiming

he was an "associate"

of Jack's.

Not knowing

better at the time, I took him at his word. I should have picked up the
fact that the two lawyers had offices in different states but it slipped
my attention.

In reality, Herb was sub-contracted

by Solewicz, who I

learned would not touch my case for less than $25,000 and we simply
did not have that kind of money.

Like everything else in life - you get

what you pay for, and

we got Herb Sachs by
default.
Had

known

then

what

I would

soon

learn

about

Herb

Sachs, we would never

have

agreed

to

the

hand-off that took place.

In

less

months

than

three

I would

learn

that Herb was fighting the demons of alcoholism, was a womanizer

going on his third marriage, and had little time left to do any legal
work. But as a long-time friend of Jack Solewicz, he would get thrown
a few crumbs from time to time. And I was his most recent donation.
Herb never once returned a phone call less than three days after he
got one, habitually

arrived

late at every hearing,

and even invited

Debbie to a hotel room while I was jailed - an incident Debbie would

keep from me for yet another two months because she later said "I
was afraid you'd beat the guy up and we wouldn't get our $15,000
back".

She was right on both counts.

I can't help but think now that

perhaps his motives for wanting me to plead guilty were not genuinely
for my own good but to make his life a lot simpler. After all, he would
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not have to interview witnesses, research case law, or prepare motions

if we didn't

go to trial.

He would

simply have to make two court

appearances that each lasted about an hour and make $10,000

told

me later that Jack

kept $5,000

for himself).

He would make

$5,000 per hour less his travel expenses of about $1,000 overall.
bad for a couple h o u r s of work.
Herb

was

not the

money

offered to fight at a trial.

were

Not

What bothered me the most about

aspect,

but rather

how he never once

Both he and Jack had vehemently

that my case was a "classic entrapment scheme"

be won at trial.

(He

insisted

that could easily

But this kind of talk evaporated quickly after they

paid, and although

I insisted

that Herb get a sworn statement

from Liston Smith in case he changed

his mind about testifying,

he

never did. I guess he was too busy trying to get into Debbies panties at
the time.

I have since learned that Herb turned his life around and begin winning
some big cases about ten years ago. I am glad for his recovery but it came
a bit too late for me.
At any rate, Debbie and I showed up for my sentencing hearing as
scheduled, but Herb was nowhere in sight.

The hearing was delayed

for over an hour until Herb finally arri ved smelli ng li k e a martini. This
was my first hint that he had a drinking problem.

He claimed that he

had missed a connection due to a late arrival, but later that day when I
called Southwest Airlines, I learned that his flights had arrived on time.
It was Her b who screwed u p his connection p e r h a p s i n du lgi n g
himself a bit too much at the airport lounge.

Over the last two months, I got very little sleep thinking about that
guilty plea and was looking for some way to prove my innocence
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without Liston's assistance. Yes, they had a videotape of me taking

the cash, but it was not a bribe. It was le gi ti m a t e

payment f o r a

legitimate job I completed on my own time. My only real crime of sorts

was

moonlighting

at a s ec on d

job.

Certainly

IRS policies but it was not a criminal offense.

it was a g a i n s t

But would a jury believe

my story if it was only my word against

the FBI? They carefully

designed their scheme and I unwitting played the role they led me
into. Once caught in their sticky web, it all seemed so hopeless.

No

jury would believe me without some proof.

I needed

some s u p p o r t i n g

evidence

or testimony

and both

were hiding quite well. But It dawned at me one restless night that if I
did what the government
some IRS computer
and retrieved

logs showing

information

absolutely impossible
computer access

such confidential

of

my

like Lea

I accessed

Velasquez.

County Courthouse,

own and
Posner

information.

information on Velasquez

retrieve

on

that

the

This

computer

would

be

since as a rookie I was not yet assigned

code

through supervisors

Dade

said I did, then there would have to be

or

had
Mary

And since

from the
I

could

always

had

Williams

I had gotten

public

records

easily

go

to

to

go

access

all of my

section

back

of the

there

and

the same records again in front of a jury to show them how

easy it is to locate people through property tax records, divorce filings,

etc.

I now grew excited

convincingly
computer

even with a

thinking
skeptical

that I could
jury

by

the

exonerate
absence

myself
of

log entry and by actually taking the jury to do a courthouse

search of public records.

I could not go back to sleep.

But I had pled

guilty. It was too late to do anything now - or so I thought.

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At the crack of down I was going through the yellow pages jotting
down the name of every criminal defense attorney in Miami since I
knew better than to try and call Herb.

I did not need i nfor mati on in

three days. I needed to know what could be done today.

I called over

thirty law offices only to discover that criminal defense lawyers spend
their mornings in courtrooms with bail hearings. But in an ironic twist
of fate, I did get through
Patricia Williams.

to a North Dade woman

lawyer named

I explained my situation, as briefly as I could and

told her that I wanted to change my plea to "not guilty" and go to trial
confident that I could be acquitted.

She agreed with me and told me I

shouldn't have pled guilty in the first place but consoled me with the
fact that the law allowed for a defendant
sentencing".

"to revoke a plea prior to

I then asked her how much she would charge to do this

for me and after telling me $10,000 she asked me a question of her

own "Who is the presiding judge?"

When I told her it was Judge

Hastings, I heard her chuckle. "Whats so funny?"

I asked.

Rather

than explain, she just told me that she had too big a case load to take
on a new case, and that I would need to find another lawyer.

How

odd I thought, just a few minutes ago she was eager to take on my
case and now after learning who my judge is she's too busy.
learned however that Mrs. Williams
declining

had done the ethical thing by

to pursue my case further.

indicted for corruption,

I later

When Judge

Hastings was

her name appeared a few times in the local

papers as being his fiancee at the time.

But none the less, I was very grateful for the good news she gave
me. Besides, I didn't have another $10,000 to hire another lawyer.
would have to make do with Herb.

I went through the ritual of leaving

messages for Herb and waited patiently for his return call.

When it

came, I told him of my conversation with Atty. Williams and my plans

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to revoke my plea and request a trial.

Herb actually grew irate at the

idea of having to go to trial and complained about making more trips

to Miami.

We agreed that we'd each rethink our own positions and

speak again when he came to Miami for the scheduled sentencing

hearing. And that day was only a week away.
For the first time in months I felt some restored energy and dignity. I
was looking forward to clearing my name and reputation, which was
painted black by the Miami Herald news article of my arrest.

I later

learned that the Herald didn't investigate or write their own story on
me, but instead was provided a "news release" from the FBI.

Had

some reporter come to interview me, I would have gladly told him
what really went down and how.

But now I was feeling good about

myself again with the knowledge

knowing

refute the absence of a computer

that the FBI could not

log access entry for Velasquez.

And once the truth was known about how and why Camuso was hired
to set me up, I was sure that most any juror of average intelligence
would be able to see the big picture.

Furthermore, at the time of my arrest, I was being considered for an

internal affairs position within IRS (inspection

division) after working

on

I actually

undercover

on a case

genuine bribe offer

for them

and reported

where

it immediately.

received

So why would I

spurn and report a much larger bribe and allegedly accept a smaller
one?

And if my integrity

was really suspect, then why was I as a

rookie being interviewed for an internal affairs position?

Surely a jury

could pick up on these contradictions. Once free I'd put out my own
"new release"

of sorts about the three meetings

conversations

Liston and

I had with

polygraph test if anyone disbelieved me.

a court

appearance,

I was

actually

and six telephone

Ben and Jerry

Now instead

and take a
of

dreading

looking forward to it. Indeed

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things were looking up.

letter

I was

waiting

I even had a surprise in my mailbox -

for from the

FBI

months

ago finally

Believe it or not, the FBI was now actively recruiting and

their

personnel

department

was

unaware

of

that

arrived.

apparently

my conviction

because now they were writing to a arrange a personal interview!

The beauty of bureaucracy - only in America.

Sentencing

day arrived, but once again Herb was late.

Once again,

an hour recess was taken pending Herb's appearance.

Because he

arrived so late, we did not have the chance to exchange anything

more than greetings when Judge Hastings entered the courtroom.

As

Judge Hastings called me before him and began to announce that he

had read my PSI report, I interrupted and asked to speak.
petrified

and

apparently

Ms.

Williams

did

not

Herb was

mention

my

conversation with her to the Judge, because he too was surprised.

"I'll give you a chance to speak in a few minutes Mr. Gorcyca" he
said.

But I quickly rebutted, "You're honor I want to revoke my

plea and go to trial".

"What!?" he asked. And so I tried to make it

more clear by repeating myself

"I want to revoke my plea and go to

trial because I found a way to prove my innocence".

Just as in

the previous hearing, Cohen and Herb were called up for a sidebar
and then a brief recess was called.
to tell me

remain

silent

bargain "recommendation"
position ofwanting a trial.

or

Herb was instructed by the Judge

he

altogether.

may
But

disregard
I was

the

adamant

plea
in my

Herb and Cohen reproached Hastings and

what they said up there still remains a mystery to me.

When their little sidebar ended, Judge Hastings acted as if I never
spoke up and proclaimed "After reading your PSI report and finding
no evidence of remorse for your crime, I hereby sentence you to five
years in prison".

I was absolutely stupefied and speechless.

Debbie
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and

I just

looked

at each other

in total disbelief

and Herb was

anxiously trying to shut me up before I blew a fuse.

Even the court

reporter, a black girl named Brenda seemed amazed at what just

happened.
"What the fuck is going on here!?" I demanded an answer from Herb,
and all he could say is "Don't worry, we'll win on appeal.
will be overturned on appeal".

For sure this

But this was little comfort for Debbie

and I who were outraged at how I was just ignored by the Judge. I
kept asking Herb, "Do I or do I not have a legal right to revoke my
plea prior to sentencing?"

He assured me that I did but Hastings had

already left the bench and returned to his chambers.

The one good

thing that Herb did do for me was quickly file a notice or appeal so I
could remain free on bail.
purpose

It was a boiler-plate form but it served it's

in keeping me a free man for the moment.

This appeal

would drag out for months during which time it was growing more and
more difficult for me to locate Herb.
told me that Herb was supposedly
know which.

in a rehab center but she didn't

A girl no longer answered hi s business phone.

replaced w i t h a n answering
messages,

I located his now ex-wife who

I found

machine.

She was

After two weeks of leaving

one of my own from

Herb on our answering

machine "There's still no word on the appeal so just relax.

As soon

as I hear something, I'll let you know".

So, I went
problems

on with my life trying to keep my mind off my legal

and started

hunting for a new job so I could have the

money to hire a good lawyer of the non-alcoholic

variety.

It was

about this time that Debbie told me about Herb's drunken attempt to
seduce her into going to his hotel room, and she was right I was
enraged.

Herb didn't know how lucky he was to be miles away from

me right now. As far as I was concerned,

Herb was history and I sent

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him a letter thanking him for his services without mentioning his failed
conquest of my fiance, and politely asked him to send me my files.

sent this letter to the last known address I had from him in Las Vegas,
but never got a reply nor my files.

Since he was allegedly Jack

Solewicz's "associate" I called Jack and asked him to ensure that my

files were returned to me. But now Jack was singing a different song
saying that Herb really didn't work for his firm after all and that Herb
was on his own "somewhere out west".

But if he were to hear from

Herb he'd ask him to call me. To this very day I have no idea what
happened

to Herb and can only speculate.

alcoholic

He is only the second

I have ever met, and I have come to recognize alcoholism

to be an overpowering disease that never claims just one victim.

I began feeling some growing guilt for Liston's

awful death.

After all, I was convinced

he'd

be alive today if we didn't call the FBI and

give them

copies

documents

we found

I was

convinced

government
enough

of

to expose

Liston's murder.

damning

at the IRS. Likewise,

that

would

those

someone

be honest

and decent

the real motive

Maybe

in

someone

behind
in the

Florida State government would not have an

interest

in protecting

federal

employees

and politicians

from

prosecution. About this time, I happened to notice a series of articles

in the Miami Herald about State's

Attorney

Janet Reno who was

dealing with some local police corruption cases, and from reading the
articles I sensed this woman was indeed a woman of conscience and
integrity.
debated

I decided that I would reach out to her with a feeler, and

how to

best go about

it.

I decided

I would

call her
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anonymously from a pay phone and tell her what I knew but not how I
knew it, and I certainly wouldn't identify myself.

After days of calling two or three times a day, the best I could do was
get secretaries who offered to take messages.
able to do so.

But one afternoon I actually got lucky when I decided

to trick the operator into thinking

Reno.

I was

I called saying only that

returning

Janet's

call.

a personal

I was "Rick"

It worked,

reach

information

her.

"What's

this about?"

she

about some government corruption

Liston Smith".

I expected

friend

of

a personal

Mrs.
friend

I was put right through to Mrs.

Reno, and I apologized for the ruse, explaining

to

Obviously, I was not

that I was desperate

asked.

"I

have

and the murder of

her to be skeptical and she was until I

told her that I was a friend of Liston's and knew he had sensitive
political

documents

in his possession before he was murdered, and

that I had previously worked for the IRS.

She was definitely interested

but I could hear other people talking in the background.

"I'm in the

middle of a meeting right now but I would like to hear more about this.
Jot down this number,

it's my personal

next week if you can".

I searched for a scrap of paper and a pen and

wrote down the number 305-547-7103

direct line and call me back

before we said good bye and

hung up. Liston's death would not go in vain I vowed.

God's

help those who trashed

And with

my good name and reputation

would

also one day stand before a judge of their own. I actually b e l i e v e d

t h a t the truth was more powerful than politics and somehow would
prevail.
Looking back, I was extremely idealistic and naive - the product of
private Catholic schooling and righteous and moral parents.
prepared

for the

brutal

realities

of life, and those

I was ill-

power-hungry
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politicians who live only for money and the more power it can buy
them.

Liston

sophisticated

and

I were

nothing

political chess game.

but expendable

pawns

in a

We did not choose to play this

game - we thought we'd only be spectators when we first contacted

the FBI with our discovery of IRS abuse. How they made us unwilling
players of this deadly game was ingenious.

And like in any chess

game, the queen and king are guarded at any cost.

According to FBI Special Agent Ben Grogan, former Attorney General Ed Meese was well aware of what
was going down and suggested he was complicit by his inaction Grogan said the Florida IRS hit list
was compiled by former Republican Senator Paula Hawkins said he had not yet determined who in the
IRS was facilitating her. The author is confident Grogan would have gotten to the bottom of things if the
case was not taken away from him by DoJ in Washington.

Men plan and God just laughs. - Author Unknown

NOTE In 2010, the Washington Congressional Watchdog group Judicial Watch

listed Congressman Alcee Hastings as one of the most corrupt Congressmen in
Washington and No. 1 for Nepotism. He arranged a job in the U.S. government that
pays his girlfriend $500,000 annually. Visit www.JudicialWatch.org for more details.
And to this day I have never seen nor been provided a copy of ANY motion nor
appeal that Herb Sachs claimed to have filed on my behalf. I requested copies
more than a dozen times from him.

Copyright 1995-2014 By Bruce A. Gorcyca All Rights Reserved

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