Kill the Messenger (7 page)

In the summer of 1984, Bogdanich got a job at the
Wall Street Journal
. One of his easier assignments there was covering a golf tournament, which happened to be near Columbus. He rang up Webb. All he had to do was show up on time, and write a light, humorous piece about how golf writers had the easiest job in the world. It wasn't as easy as he thought. “I was doing a story about golf writers not putting in any hours and drinking too much beer,” Bogdanich recalls. “It was a bit ironic, because Gary and I got so damn drunk that day I showed up late to the golf tent.”

Just before Bogdanich departed for the
Wall Street Journal
, he tagged along with Webb for a few interviews on a story involving the Budweiser Cleveland Grand Prix, a charity auto race at Cleveland's Burke Lakefront Airport. In an article titled “Driving Off With the Profits,” Webb reported that the race's promoters paid themselves nearly $ 1 million from money that should have gone to the city, an apparent violation of their lease. The promoter sued the
Plain Dealer
for libel. The case dragged on for years—long after Webb left the paper. Although none of Webb's facts were ever proven incorrect, the headline had implied more wrongdoing than the story had actually reported—a flaw that would come back to haunt Webb with his “Dark Alliance” story. A jury eventually awarded the plaintiffs $13.6 million.

Because he had accompanied Webb on the interviews, Bogdanich almost had to testify against his friend in court. “They were trying to get me to weigh in on my definition of the word ‘profit,' ” he says. “They tried to turn me against Gary, and it didn't work. I think the judge made some questionable rulings in that case. I know Gary was upset when the lawyers settled. He felt it could have been won on appeal.”

Years later, after Webb published “Dark Alliance,” the
New York Times
cited this settlement as evidence that Webb was a loose cannon prone to getting his facts wrong. But Gary Clark, then the
Plain Dealer
's managing editor and now managing editor for the
Denver Post
, says the paper never retracted the story because none of the facts were wrong, and all them came directly from public records. “The reporting was fine,” Clark says. “The issue was a question of revenues
versus profits, which was clear in the story, but not the headline. To shoulder Gary with the blame would be unfair.”

N
OBODY AT THE
Plain Dealer
worked closer with Webb than Mary Anne Sharkey. As a reporter with the now-defunct
Dayton Journal Herald
in the early 1980s, she had read Webb's series on corruption in the coal industry for the
Kentucky Post
and was impressed enough to follow up on the story. She confronted Donald “Buz” Lukens about his alleged ties to the deceased mob figure Lester Lee. Lukens denied everything and tried to pressure Sharkey not to write her story. He failed. “Gary once told me I was the only journalist in the entire country to follow up on the Coal Connection,” Sharkey says.

When Webb transferred to the Columbus bureau from the
Plain Dealer
's headquarters in Cleveland, Sharkey had been at the paper for two years and had been promoted to bureau chief. She had just finished an investigative series on conflicts of interest surrounding Ohio State University's medical school. The school's dean had a private practice operating out the school, which gave him a handsome profit, especially because his expenses, including his employees' salaries, were paid for by state taxpayers.

Webb had just finished his exposé on the state medical board when he got a call from the city coroner in Quincy, Illinois. The coroner told Webb to look into a doctor named Michael Swango, a blond, blue-eyed paramedic who the coroner believed had poisoned half a dozen of his colleagues
at an ambulance company in Quincy after being kicked out of Ohio State University's medical school. On several occasions, Swango had offered coffee and doughnuts to his coworkers, all of whom had experienced painful bouts of nausea and dizziness after consuming them. “Gary called me because I had done all this work on Ohio State University,” Sharkey recalls.

She and Webb collaborated in an extensive investigation of Swango's tenure as an internist at Ohio State University's medical school. Between Webb's sources at the state medical board and Sharkey's contacts at the university, they discovered that both institutions had suspected Swango of killing several patients at the medical school's hospital, but instead of telling anyone, had simply covered it up to avoid bad publicity and lawsuits from the relatives of the patients who had died. “Gary was one of the most meticulous and dogged investigators,” Sharkey says. “I'd come in the office, and he'd been in there all night, reading documents. We were breaking stories that ran on the national wires. If the medical school and the state medical board had done their jobs, Swango wouldn't have gone on to kill so many people.”

After being convicted of seven counts of aggravated battery for poisoning his colleagues, Swango spent five years in an Illinois prison. He bounced around the country under a false name, leaving dead patients in his wake, before ultimately finding a job at a clinic in Zimbabwe. He was finally arrested in 1997, when his flight from Africa to Saudi Arabia made a stop in Chicago. After a 2000 trial, a Virginia jury sentenced Swango to life in prison for fatally poisoning three patients there years earlier.

Webb would later tell Sharkey they should have written a book about Swango. “It was one of our biggest regrets that we never did that,” she says. “But Webb was first and foremost a journalist. He was interested in writing news stories. He just couldn't conceive of a life outside journalism.”

One story Sharkey had to keep away from was a 1986 article Webb wrote entitled, “Mob-Linked Groups Donate To Chief Justice,” an exposé of Cleveland lawyer Frank Celebrezze. Webb obtained a list of contributions to Celebrezze's Ohio Supreme Court campaign from a Cleveland laborer's union with ties to organized crime. “Most of the union's officers had been arrested and convicted or tied by an FBI indictment to the mob,” Sharkey says.

Sharkey had written about Celebrezze before, so the
Plain Dealer
's lawyers told her she couldn't help Webb with the story. After Celebrezze lost his re-election bid in a defeat widely attributed to Webb's reporting, he demanded a retraction. Webb's editors refused. Celebrezze sued the paper and won an undisclosed out of court settlement, which—along with the previous settlement over Webb's story on the charity racetrack—would later be cited by the
New York Times
as evidence that Webb was a bad reporter.

But just as with the racetrack story, Webb's colleagues recall that the settlement ultimately came down to the story's headline, not the reporting. “The story was carefully constructed,” Sharkey says. “The headline is actually what made them settle the case.”

The settlement marked the second time Webb's reporting had cost his employer dearly. While his colleagues regarded him as an especially aggressive reporter, they reject
the assertions that followed in the wake of “Dark Alliance” that Webb was particularly prone to lawsuits. Hard-hitting investigative reporters are supposed to get sued, he often remarked—that's how you know you're doing your job. But given that the facts of his stories weren't proven wrong, Webb, for his part, felt betrayed by the settlement.

Webb and Sharkey continued to collaborate, with Webb doing the bulk of the reporting and investigative work, and Sharkey helping him by writing leads and shaping the copy. Occasionally, they would argue over the wording of a story, usually when Webb had inserted an over-the-top remark about a public official's apparent culpability high up in the piece. Webb respected Sharkey's abilities as an editor. He'd push her as far as he could, but would back off when she refused to cave in to his pressure.

“Gary was a challenging person to work with,” Sharkey says. “But he was worth it. Sometimes you have a racehorse you have to flog to the finish line and sometimes you have a horse you have to pull the reins on. Gary was a reporter who needed you to pull the reins.”

Together, they wrote several articles probing the extramarital activities of Columbus mayor Dana Rinehart, who was being probed by a grand jury for allegedly performing cunnilingus on his fifteen-year-old babysitter. Although the police had closed the case without pressing charges, Webb filed a public records act request and got access to the case file. One of their stories revealed that while the babysitter had passed a police polygraph examination, Rinehart only agreed to take a test administered by his own expert.

The grand jury declined to indict Rinehart, but his
behavior eventually caught up with him. 1n 1990, he admitted lying about an affair with a married woman, and chose not to run for re-election. Six years later, Rinehart was arrested for drunk driving and leaving the scene of an accident after slamming into the rear of a police cruiser.

One of the funniest pieces Webb ever wrote was essentially a photo essay, Sharkey recalls. Webb compiled a list of people who worked for Ohio Governor Dick Celeste and checked property records to see what homes they owned before and after Celeste took office. “It was just a pictorial,” Sharkey says. “But it was really funny. All these guys—from his campaign manager and communications person to his deputy chief of staff and cabinet members—lived in really modest houses and then moved into these big mansions after the election.”

Gary had a “wonderful sense of humor,” Sharkey adds. “He would get so tickled by these crooks. He would always be laughing really hard when we nailed one of them. He relished the showdown interview. He'd say, ‘Now we have to publish their lies.' One of the ways people would harass each other in Columbus was by saying that Gary Webb of the
Plain Dealer
wants to interview you. It was a way of giving people heartburn.”

Their collaboration ended in 1988 when Sharkey took a job in Cleveland as an editorial writer with the
Plain Dealer
. Webb wanted to succeed her as the Columbus bureau chief. But Gary Clark, the paper's managing editor, didn't think he'd fit that role. Neither did Sharkey. “I just didn't see him doing all the administrative work that needed to be done,” she says. As it turned out, the person chosen to fill
the position was widely regarded as a grossly unqualified editor. Webb told Sharkey he'd quit his job before working for her replacement. She tried to convince him to wait it out, but Webb refused.

“I will not work for him,” Sharkey says Webb told her. “He's a fucking imbecile.” Andrzejewski and other reporters at the paper agreed with Webb's assessment. “The
Plain Dealer
had a knack for attracting some of the most draconian and in some cases, just plain dumb editors,” he says. “That was a major failing of the paper. Gary was a gem they should have tried to keep. Why he left the paper is a complicated thing, but having editors who were totally inept didn't help.”

Leaving the
Plain Dealer
became an even more attractive idea when Webb got a call from a recruiter with the Knight Ridder News Service, who asked if he might be interested in moving to California. The
San Jose Mercury News
needed a qualified investigative reporter. Webb told the recruiter he couldn't afford to live in San Jose, but if they were willing to let him work in Sacramento, he'd be happy to cover state government. He told his editors at the
Plain Dealer
about the offer, and they begged him to stay, even offering a raise.

Sue figured her husband would stay put. The
Plain Dealer
was scrambling to keep her husband happy and he seemed surprised, even touched, by the effort. They had a four-year-old son, Ian, an infant named Eric; they liked their neighborhood and enjoyed a tight-knit group of friends at the paper. But one evening, Webb came home from work and told Sue he had accepted the job with the
Mercury News
. In response, the
Plain Dealer
had angrily given him one day to move out of his office before they changed the locks on the
door to the Columbus bureau. “Gary said we were moving to California,” Sue says. “And that was that.”

U
NDER THE TERMS
of his hiring, Webb didn't have to pay his daily reporting dues at the
Mercury News
headquarters in San Jose, the typical procedure for new reporters before being promoted to more advanced assignments. Instead, he went straight to the paper's tiny Sacramento bureau, which at the time included only one other person. Because Webb had free reign to choose his targets, and wasn't required to do file daily stories, some people at the paper immediately resented the hotshot reporter from out of state. “Gary did not want to do bullshit,” says Pamela Kramer, a former
Mercury News
reporter. “He was not quiet about not wanting to do bullshit. He could be arrogant. He had no problem with letting other people do the dailies.”

One of Webb's later colleagues at the Sacramento bureau, Mitch Benson, now a public relations officer for University of California, Davis, refused to be interviewed for this book. But Bert Robinson, now an assistant managing editor for the
Mercury News
, had been working at the Sacramento bureau for a year when Webb arrived. He says he immediately liked Webb. “I was just happy to see a warm body, and to have somebody to talk to,” he says. “Gary and I hit it off great. I went over to his house to watch ice hockey and smoke dope on weekends.”

According to Robinson, he and Webb were also passionate music fans and used to see concerts and make mix tapes for each other. Webb, he recalls, was a huge Mott the
Hoople fan, and thought the band's lead singer, Ian Hunter, “walked on water.” Robinson had more eclectic tastes in music and tried to turn Webb on to classic reggae artists like Toots and the Maytals, while Webb exposed him to California punk rock groups like Rancid and Offspring, which Robinson thought was a bit odd for a married guy in his late thirties.