The Binge Crimes: Night Shift - The Doodler | 4. Gilford and Sanders

Episode Date: July 22, 2025

More than a year after the murder of Gerald Cavanagh, the SFPD finally assigns a dedicated team of investigators to The Doodler case. Turns out Rotea Gilford and Earl Sanders, the first Black homicide investigators in the SFPD, are perfectly suited for the job. Around this time, The Doodler claims his fourth victim - a nurse named Fredrick Capin. Now, Kevin and Mike try to learn what they can about the circumstances around his death. This is a re-released series from The Binge archives. Binge all episodes of The Doodler, ad-free today by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge Crimes on Apple Podcasts and hit ‘subscribe’ or visit GetTheBinge.com to get access. From serial killer nurses to psychic scammers – The Binge is your home for true crime stories that pull you in and never let go. The Binge – feed your true crime obsession. A Sony Music Entertainment production. Find out more about The Binge and other podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us @sonypodcasts. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit ⁠⁠podcastchoices.com/adchoices⁠⁠. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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And if you've got a tip, you can call us at 415-570-9-299. Roundnecks. That was the name San Francisco cops used for cases they considered unsolvable. The kind of cases that would get hung on new investigators. In 1974, two inspectors in the homicide department were famous for actually solving them, Rotea Guilford and Earl Sanders. Rotea wore rimmed glasses. He had a tentive eyes and a bright smile.

Earl was stout, all muscle and a mustache. Earl and Rotea weren't like the rest of the guys in their department, and not just because they were the only black detectives. One thing about Rotea and my dad is they knew people on the street. That's Earl Sanders' son, Marcus. That was really their secret sauce because people would tell them things. Rotea told me a story once, and we knew more. criminals than we knew police

because you couldn't saw the homicide in the Hall of Justice. Criminals actually liked Earl and Rotea. They didn't bust people unless they were directly related to a homicide. And that built them trust and connections all over the city. His informants were everywhere.

I remember it was a shoe shine guy that we would go when I was a kid over there near the old regional Joe's. He would take me there for dinner and the guy was in. He said, look man, and let me tell you what I know. This was especially true in the black communities of San Francisco. People would tell them things they wouldn't tell the white cops.

That's how they built a reputation for solving the unsolvable, the roundnecks. By the middle of 1975, Patty Hurst was still on the loose. The zebra suspects were on trial, and the Zodiac was fading from the headlines. The Doodler case was a year in, but police weren't even calling him the Dooler yet. The murders of Gerald Kavanaugh, Jay Stevens, and Klaus Christman looked a lot like roundnecks. From the San Francisco Chronicle, Ugly Duckling Films, and Neon Hum Media, this is the untold story of The Doodler. In South, 1975, police find another body in the dunes on Ocean Beach, a block from where

they found Kavanaugh, stabbed 16 times, characteristic of a rage killing. The method and location fit a familiar pattern. This victim's fingerprints were in the state records. That's how they identified him as Frederick Kappen, 33 years old, a registered nurse working in the city at St. Joseph's Hospital. The location and method of Fred Cappin's killing weren't new. But investigator Dan Cunningham tells me there was one thing different about this victim. It was believed that his body had been moved, maybe several yards on the beach after he was killed.

He knows this from the coroner's report. Why would someone move a body several yards? It could be a lot of things. It could be the surf. Or maybe somebody saw it and didn't want it to go out to the body to go out to the body. the sea and moved it. Maybe they were putting in a different location that

couldn't be seen off the thoroughfare. It could be a lot of different reasons. Cunningham and I went to Ocean Beach in October of 2020. Look at this. Look at this. I mean, you think about it. There's a lot of coverage. There's the waves of the ocean.

There's houses over on 48th, but that's, by the time you hear sounds, you don't know where those sounds are coming from, bouncing off the walls here, or the sand dunes. Between Yaloa and Vicente Street, the dunes are like a wall of sand, separating the ocean from the road. This is around where the body was found. And this bandstand or whatever the heck of that structure right there? That's been there forever. There's a large concrete platform covered with graffiti. It sticks out from the dunes kind of like a pier that doesn't quite

reach the water. At about eight feet high, it looks like it would provide pretty good cover. I started to think about why Kappen's body had been moved. Is it possible that the killer might have had sex in the dunes or alongside this bandstand or started the attack and then chased him into the flatter area out more open? It is possible. I'm not exactly sure where I'm standing at in relationship to where it actually happened. But we're in close proximity, I would say. It seems to me the ocean would be a perfect place to dispose of a body.

So why go through the trouble of dragging Fred Kappen? into the dunes, where it was more likely to be found. The fact that he was dragged might mean that this killing didn't go as planned. It's weird looking out on this placid beach scene. I'm standing right now where Capen was killed. And there's little kids playing in the sand. There's people stretched out on the blanket.

There's a gay couple embracing on the ground in front of me It's all these years later, and it's the same beautiful beach scene that it was then with a whole different societal overlay. You've got to think that never leaves my head about this thing. I am absolutely sure no one here having a good time on the beach right at this moment knows the kind of awful things that happened here nearly half a century ago. But I do know what happened, and I want answers. Fred Cappin was the Dooler's fourth known victim.

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in some of the city's other big cases. Former inspector Frank Falsone. They were very competent investigators. I'll tell you one thing. They both loved the overtime, so they put in long hours. Rotea was a rising star. He had been an inspector since 1964.

In fact, he was the first black inspector in any department of the SFPD. And that had come with some perks. Rotea was always on the security dean. when Martin Luther King came to town. That's Jude Guilford, Rotea's wife. She sent me a picture of Rotea grinning behind Martin Luther King Jr.

Meanwhile, Rotea wasn't allowed to drive a patrol car like the other detectives. He could be a passenger, but he couldn't drive. And they told him it was because the insurance rates would go up if black officers were driving the police cars. It was among the many racist flights that Rotea put up with.

His partner Earl later described the SFPD as an Irish old boys club, but Rotea broke that barrier too. Rotea was the first black homicide detective, and he was going to be the first black chief. Balsone was a young gun and homicide back then, and he looked up to Rotea. He was sharp as a tack,

the way he dressed, the way he spoke. He was definitely a leader, and in those days, Earl was the follower. When Rotea was promoted a homicide inspector in 1971, he was allowed to choose his own partner. He picked a 33-year-old patrolman named Earl Sanders, making him the second black homicide inspector

in the history of the SFPD. Rotea was 10 years older than Earl and had been his mentor since he joined the force. On their first day in homicide, they weren't even given a desk. The two of them had to haul one from an unoccupied office. to the fourth floor of the Hall of Justice. In spite of the hostile work environment, Earl and Rotea became two of the most successful inspectors

in the homicide department. Two streetwise detectives you did not want to mess with. Former SWAT Sergeant Bob Del Tori says they were admired by the street cops, too. I don't know the percentage, but it seemed like 90% of the time they solved, not only those two, but others in the unit solved the murders. Both those guys were snappy. Even if they show up at three in the morning, they'd be all decked out.

They always were in a suit and there was a presence, like, oh, here they are, man. Homicides here. Rotei Guilford wore a three-piece suit and a matching tie. Earl Sanders was just as well dressed in his blazer and pants. And he wore a classy fedora to match his suit. They would come up to the scene, always super polite, really respectful to the patrol officers on the street. And they were right to the point, you know, here's what we need. We want you guys to preserve the crime scene, track down any witnesses for us.

If you can't get statements, preserve the evidence. And yes, sir. As the only black inspectors at the time, they may have felt they had to be extra nice. Nevertheless, Earl and Rotea had a reputation for respecting everyone, regardless of who they were. They talked to everybody, everybody. It didn't make a difference who the victim was. It was a homicide. They were not your average cops.

They were more connected to the people of San Francisco. A lot of San Francisco inspectors did not live in the city. They were not part of their community. Jude Guilford told me that Rotea was very involved in his community. He spent his free time coaching baseball and basketball and raising money for community campaigns. He always lived in his community. And he shopped and he went to restaurants and he, you know, those are the people that he associated with. San Francisco at that time had a vibrant black population.

That's former mayor Willie Brown. He was a state assemblyman back then. With restaurants and nightclubs and active churches and active social organizations, all of which Rotea was exposed to. Rotea and Earl knew the streets of San Francisco as well as anyone else in that homicide detail. They worked well together because they were kind of opposites. He particularly didn't mess with Earl. Rotea was not as forceful as Earl, but Earl was very forceful.

Marcus Sanders heard some crazy stories growing up, gallows humor. One time, Earl and Rotea pulled up to a murder scene on the top of a hill. And Rottero stepped out of the car and rolled down the hill. And he rolls up against the dead body. And my dad said, I was yelling down to Rotet. He said, well, are you okay? Rotter said, no, I'm fine. But this guy out here is dead.

In mid-1975, inspectors Gilford and Sanders were assigned a set of old cases, potentially linked. A handful of gay men murdered out on Ocean. Beach and one in Golden Gate Park. Lots of similarities, but few leads. Some of the murders were over a year old, with thin evidence and no suspects. Earl and Rotea's reputation for solving the unsolvable was about to be put to the test. And they were determined, even if it meant going places where police weren't welcome. A lot of the guys on Polk were very uptight about a cop being in the bar.

Ron Huberman was a teacher back in 75 and a regular in the Tenderloin. and Polk Street bars. He later connected with Earl and Rotea when he became the first openly gay investigator for the district attorney. Roteo was really, really good at interacting with people. And he was what I call a smooth cookie.

Riteo did a lot of outreach to the gay community. Roteo was the easiest one for me to introduce. Earl Sanders was a slightly harder cell. He was the bulldog. He was a little short of it. He was like a fireplug. And if they walked in, the people in the bar thought was a raid. And so, you know, I found the hard way that you can't go in to the bar with the cops that look like that.

Earl and Rotea needed to make inroads at several different bars across town. Jay Stevens was last seen at the Cabaret Club. Klaus Christman was at Bojangles Club and perhaps the shed. What had the cops been missing up to this point? Rotea Guilford was a kind of guy that could make people talk. Ron Huberman says there was a very active rumor mill among the bartenders on Polk Street and in the tenderloin. Everybody would give these rumors because, you know, you always had to have like a sixth sense about people in the bar that were there for nefarious reasons. They were there to rob people. They were there to steal coats. You know, every, every type of crime that you can imagine that can happen in a bar happened in those bars. It was a kind of defense mechanism the gay community developed. With all the dangers around them, they had to know what was going on. Ron Huberman specifically remembers a bartender at the new Bell Saloon named Wayne Friday.

The kind of guy who had the inside scoop on everything. He became a gossip columnist years later. Anyway, Wayne knew Jay Stevens. He's the one who told Ron about Jay's disappearance when it happened and how Jay's friends were worried. It wasn't long after that that Wayne heard a new rumor about the man who killed Jay. From what I heard from Wayne, that this guy would doodle on the napkin and then show his perspective victim the picture and say,

look at this issue. And it just sucks people in. And he was good. I mean, I never saw his work, but from what the rumor was, he could do a representation. The gay community was buzzing with rumors about this killer, this doodler in their midst. They put the shivers to everybody on poke. I mean, everybody heard about it, and nobody had any substance. Earl and Rotea went to the gay bars.

They listened to these theories, even if they were mostly rumors. doodling as a form of flirtation and then seduction to lure someone into a trap it made sense he was playing on their vanity they're being flattered on the fact that he's making a picture of them

and it put their defenses their usual defenses went right out the window the rumor mill bartenders like Wayne passing this story around tips that Sanders and Guilford scraped up that's how the name the doodler came about I've got a level with you here. We don't know for sure who first coined the name the doodler.

It could be Wayne Friday. It could be Earl Sanders or Retei Guilford. It could be a newspaper editor who wanted a catchy headline. Nobody alive has taken credit. No doodles were left at the crime scenes. However it came about, the name stuck. It's the one the cop started using. There's a lot of hearsay in this case.

As Marcus Sanders says, Routé Guford was not big on taking notes. If he didn't write it down now, that information is gone. Dan Cunningham shares new details in a trickle, one drop after the other. I've had to be patient. But in the meantime, there are other ways to learn about the doodler. Everyone who loves to drive has a name for their car truck. Betty, Midnight, Big Yellow. Your pride and joy deserves a name you can trust.

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That goes for the doodler's fourth victim, Fred Capon. I called a contact who was a retired state department, and eventually, you know, I got in touch with this person, and he showed me the various databases to look at the things. But it doesn't, you know, we can't. Can't solve the crime in 54 minutes. Mike's gone as far as emailing and calling people who he thinks lived in Fred's apartment building 45 years ago. But he hasn't been getting any replies from anyone.

Mike's good at his job, but he can't force people to talk to us. And when you're dredging out of mystery as old as this one, it's a lot of luck and a lot of patience. Last night, I found a niece of Capon, and I emailed her, and she actually emailed back. She said her mother was Fred Kappen's sister, Gretchen, who passed away a few years ago. So I sent her an email saying, you know, let's talk and here's what we'd like to know. So like anything in this case, we'll just see if she actually follows through. I don't hold out hope.

I give it 50-50. Her name is Debbie Wright. And it turns out that 50-50 was a good bet. She is more than willing. She put us in contact with her half-brother Marty Johnson, too. The only thing I knew all my years growing up was Uncle Fred was murdered in San Francisco when nobody knew why or how or anything. Marty Johnson was just a year old when his Uncle Fred was killed. As an adult, he found out the truth about his uncle's death, but not from his family. One day, I was just, you know, you get bored, you look around on the Internet, and I looked at my uncle's name, and that article came up.

And I read it, I'm like, wow, that's how it all happened. All I knew as a child was that he was murdered in San Francisco. That's Debbie Wright, Fred's niece. And that his body was dumped on a beach. What I didn't realize was the doodler was an artist. I find that a little bit interesting because my uncle was an artist as well. Debbie remembers hearing her mom say that Fred's art was hanging in a bar somewhere in Seattle. But that was some years ago.

And it was beautiful stuff. We painted some portraits, you know, nature scenes and stuff. He was an artist from, like, you wouldn't believe it. Both relatives told us that Fred and his sister Gretchen were really close growing up. Hardship had bonded them. They grew up in kind of a tough situation. It was a classical dysfunctional. family. My

grandfather and grandmother, they liked to party. They drank. There was times where my mom and him would go into foster care, in and

out of foster care. They moved around a lot, too. They lived in Spokane, they lived in the Seattle area. They lived in Gig Harbor, Bremerton, Debbie and Marty painted a picture of an unstable household, one where children were an afterthought.

But Fred and his sister had each other. My mom and Fred were like the best friend. They were always, if you saw one, there was the other one. As they grew older, they became more adventurous. They were troublemakers, always going out and drinking and hiking. It was a way to escape the chaos at home. Once, Fred's mother attacked him. One horrific incident is my grandmother took a,

beer bottle across his face, smacked him with a beer bottle, and he got a scar on his face from him. Fred was abused by his mother and his father, and as happens, he pulled away from them. Eventually, he left home to join the military. He was a medic. He was a corpsman in the Navy, and he was attached to a Marine unit. He was a war hero. He saved like three guys. He drug him like three miles under enemy fire and stuff, take him to the eight station. Mike and I I did some digging, and it turns out Kappen actually saved four Marines, not three. According to a Bremerton Sun story from the mid-60s, Kappen was waiting with a marine unit about to spring an ambush when all hell broke loose.

Five V.C. walked right into the trap and we opened fire, Kappen said. The VC took cover and we fought all night. Four Marines were wounded beyond their line of fire. Fred Kappen crawled out and took care of them until he could clear the Viet Cong and they could be evacuated by helicopter. In the chaos, one of the Marines' guns accidentally went off and the bullet shattered a bone in Kaepin's left leg. Debbie still has Fred's Navy medals. I'm looking. He's got one, two, three, four medals,

and he's got, I don't know what these bar things are. This is embarrassing. I should know this. But he's got like five of them. And then they've got lots of little pins on them. She sent us a picture of them. Most of them are service medals. They show that Fred served in three military campaigns in Vietnam. But the one in the middle, a green ribbon with white stripes, pinned with a V,

was the Navy and Marine Corps Commendation Medal with Valor. It's an award Fred could only have received if he took extraordinary action in the line of duty. Fred was a war hero. And here's a detail in that yellowed Bremerton clipping that made my breathes skip. The photo with the story shows Fred recuperating with his shattered leg propped up, and this artist, who was later murdered by an artist, is carefully painting a picture with a brush. Fred Capin left the military after four years of service. Of course, he wasn't an out gay man in the military. Back then, that could get you drummed out with a dishonorable discharge.

And every indication from Marty and Debbie is that his family wasn't so accepting of it either. He was a flamboyant guy from what my dad said. Being gay back in those days, that was like a big deal, you know. When he came out as gay, maybe the family members didn't care for that, and they kind of, you know, like, pushed him away. My granddad died before I was born, but I imagine that it was not taken well.

I think in many ways also, my uncle probably didn't feel like he fit in and probably went to California to escape. Fred came to San Francisco to become a nurse, and he did, eventually. In the winter of 1975, Fred's sister reached out about a visit. We were going to go down there and visit him in San Francisco. and you said, wait, don't come down here. It's getting dangerous down here. I'm going to go back.

I'm going to go up north, and I'm going to go relocate to Washington. Maybe it was the gay bashings, or maybe it was the rumors about the doodler that put the fear into him. But Fred never made it to Washington. And then before you know it, my mom got a visit from the police or whatever

saying that they found Fred and everything else. For Fred's niece, this topic is still painful. That's how it's been for all of the victims' families. It's why so many don't want to talk about it. He had a hard life, but he was a good man. I just want my uncle to be remembered for the good good that he did and not to be remembered for the circumstances under which he was killed. I wonder if the doodler knows that he killed a nurse, a Vietnam veteran, a war hero.

I wonder if knowing any of that would have made a difference to him. On the next episode, the doodler takes a risk and makes his first big mistake. I think it was when after July of 1916. when you had two people that actually survived an attack. And one of them is still alive today. You talked to the diplomat, right? I've talked to that victim, yes. Does he want to come forward?

That's next time on the untold story of the doodler. you're listening to and hit play on your next adventure. This fall get double points on every qualified stay. Life's the trip. Make the most of it at BestWestern. Visit bestwestern.com for complete terms and conditions. The Doodler is created

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