Phone call from Julie on January 14, 1998.

Julie: Darcy so glad your home…they took my kids and they
said Paul hurt Tommy.

Darcy: Julie, who took your kids.

Julie: The police.

Darcy: Julie slow down and tell me what happened.

Julie: I thought I was having a miscarriage...so I called an
ambulance and went to the hospital. And 6 am Thursday
an officer gave me a ride home, first he said I want to talk
to you about Paul Crevello, he said, “he had been arrested
for beating the snot out of your son.” I didn’t believe it, the
officer was very nice, he gave me a number of where they are
in temporary foster care.

Darcy: Who called the police?

Julie: The neighbors reported it. The police said his face
was bruised and his legs were bruised-the detective said it
sounds worse than what it was. The neighbors heard Tommy
crying and they heard a slapping noise, so they called the
police and when the police found him his face was covered
with vomit and blood.

Darcy: Jesus Julie are you ok? Where was Rachael is she ok?

Julie: Rachael slept through it she is ok. They said Paul is
going to be looking at three to five years. Assault with a
deadly weapon, bodily injuring to a child and resisting arrest.
Jack might have been an asshole but he never hit my kids. If
I could talk to Rachael and see Tommy - I’d know what is
going on. I just can’t believe he did this. Dam.

Phone call from Julie in late February.

“Darcy, I feel bad because I gave him the benefit of doubt-
as soon as I saw those pictures I felt apart-I knew he did it.
I went to court today and saw the pictures and he pleaded
gullty. I saw the pictures today and I don’t want to talk about
it. I cried I called the DA I hope he rots in prison. There is
no doubt in my mind my son was bruised too badly-fucking
bastard.”

Paul Crevello served nine months in jail.

Tommy and Rachael were taken from Julie.

Julie entered a court ordered drug program hoping to
regain custody.

In February 1998, I found Jack in a public hospice.
I started trying to find him because Julie was concerned.

Jack's last wish was to see Julie, Rachael and Tommy.

Phone call on February 11, 1998.

Darcy: Hey Jack, it’s Darcy. How are you doing?

Jack: Oh. Hey how are you.

Darcy: I’m fine I’ve been trying to find you. How are you
doing?

Jack: Uh, not so good. I miss the kids and Julie.

Darcy: That’s why I was looking for you.

Jack: Really-thats great how are they? I missed christmas
with them. I missed thanksgiving. I missed new years. It’s
been a year and a half. I really got to see my kids, I really
need to see them. I need to see Julie.

Darcy: Yeah.

Jack: She has done this before-she came back-when she
was pregnant when she told the guy she was, I took her
back. God-I love her to death-but uh uh that’s why Tommy
doesn’t have my name. I wish she would keep in touch more
often. My dad has been here from New Mexico since Nov 14,
now he is in Nebraska I have his pager number. Now I’m at
Laguna Honda Hospital my dad wanted me to come here.
At Coming Home (hospice) there were old grey men and
women who looked like skeletons I couldn’t take it anymore
so I went awol.

Darcy: I’m going to help Julie come up here to see you. She
has been living in Lodi.

Jack: God-gees She went in there (live-in program) doing
real good and then she split.

Jack: Rachael just had a birthday-I missed that to. I sure love
that girl (Julie). It’s one thing that her stepfather did it-but
your mother and your step father and she is still so sweet. I
told her I was stuck on her. I said I’m stuck on you girl. And
she said, What do you mean? I love you-I knew it the first
time I walked into I think it was Aerial’s room. I knew it
from that minute on-she was the one I wanted to spend the
rest of my life. I’m glad she is getting in touch with me -

I don’t have much of a life left.

Julie visited but could never tell him that the children were
in protective custody.

“He said to let him die. Pull the plug. Don’t let him go into
a hospital. He doesn’t like authority. I feel bad for him.
I feel real bad.”

Last visit with Jack.

Jack points to a picture of Tommy that I gave him telling
others in the smoking room “that’s my pride and joy.” He
lights a cigarette and we begin our conversation.

Jack hitchhiked from Los Angeles to San Francisco in 1990.
“I had just got out of jail-that’s one of the reasons I
came to San Francisco. I was a runway from the time I was
thirteen to seventeen. I was running from juvenile hall. I
keep just fucking climbing on the roof jumped down and
went to Hollywood, the first time I had to see a Judge.”
Jack sold drugs and was a male prostitute living on the
streets in Los Angeles.

Jack explains why he ran away from home:
“Probably cuz of my stepmother-yeah, well-she was nuts,
she kept having my dad put me in different places. Basically
I didn’t need these places she just wanted to get me out of
the house. I didn’t feel very wanted-my dad was stuck on her.
He divorced and married her 7 times. He always went back
to her and always got remarried. They got married when I
was four. She had my dad convinced that I was crazy.” Jack
explains that the institutionalization began around age four,
“lets see Texas, Dallas, Garland, Hillside psychiatric I don’t
know psychiatrist-blah, blah, physical, mental emotionally
bothered children. That was the first time six months, there
was another one I can’t remember the second.” He would
usually stay for six months and then come home for a month
or so and then go to another program.

“I mean the second was ok-the first one sucked and the
third one sucked-just because-I had no freedom of any sort.
I’m sure my dad and her told them not to medicate me.
There was no reason what so ever there was nothing I could
do or did that they would do that.”

Jack was born on March 12, 1971.

He died the morning of the March 13, 1998.

Nahid a nurse phoned at 8:00 am and said she was with him
when he died.