Ray Dean, police chief of the 2.9-square-mile village of Westhampton Beach, is retiring with a bag of cash.
He is getting $403,714 for 15 years’ worth — or 531 days — of unused sick, vacation and personal time. The payment amounts to 4 percent of the village’s entire $9.7 million budget.
In addition, Dean, who is only 53, will collect an estimated annual pension of $142,000 a year.
Dean was already a millionaire. He bought a house in Quogue for $1.3 million in 2005, owns a 32-foot boat, and his pay last year came to $226,236 — more than NYPD Commissioner Bill Bratton makes.
But while Bratton oversees a force of 34,500 uniformed officers, Dean presided over 11.
Murder is unheard of, the last rape was reported in 2010, and the department tallied only 46 serious crimes in 2013, including 37 larcenies and three stolen cars.
[Dean] was awarded a five-year contract in 2011 that called for yearly raises of 2 percent on average. It gave him 30 vacation days, 22 sick days and five personal days a year.
Dean got extra pay for longevity and for working at night and on holidays. His $165,032 salary last year was bumped up by $61,204 with the extras factored in.
By the time Dean packed it in, he claimed he had amassed 300 unused sick days, 10 personal days, 208 vacation days and 13 holidays.
He retires with full benefits based on nearly 30 years of police service, the state Comptroller’s Office says.
Dean did not return a message seeking comment.
Hey, the guy merely did what the majority of the Hamptonite weekend warriors do: gouge for every penny, extract every dime for that golden parachute. My family once followed the career of a Greenwich resident, who I suppose I’ll leave nameless, who kept screwing up companies – MasterCard was one of them; and collecting tens of millions of dollars to go away and fuck up somewhere else. We boys all thought we could do almost as bad a job running these corporations for a fraction of what this corporate titan charged but alas, the call never came.
In any event, all this reminds me of Greenwich, where we supposedly financially sophisticated business leader types routinely sign on to the most incredibly dumb contracts, then express surprise at their cost. Why blame a cop or a fireman or indeed, any town worker, who’s just seen his opportunity and took it?