Brutal_ The Untold Story of My Life Inside Whitey Bulger's Irish Mob - Kevin Weeks [129]
In July 2000, I received three letters of immunity: from Suffolk County, Massachusetts; Dade County, Florida; and Tulsa, Oklahoma. I wasn’t involved in the murders in Tulsa, Oklahoma, or Dade County, Florida, but I wanted to be sure that I couldn’t be held culpable in those crimes after the fact. Once I had my immunity taken care of, I was able to work on my plea agreement, which took seven months to negotiate. They ended up adding five murders to my charges on the superseding indictment. When I was initially indicted in November 1999, my offense level came in at level 43. Your offense level goes from 0 to 43, while your criminal history level goes from 1 to 6. The more arrests and convictions you have, the higher your criminal history level. When my additional charges came in, I was enhanced one point for each murder, including Bucky Barrett, John McIntyre, Deborah Hussey, Brian Halloran, and Michael Donahue, with a total of five points, and four more points for managerial position, which brought it from 43 to level 52. But because of my plea agreement, my offense level was brought back to level 43. Still, it was overkill. Level 43 is as high as the guidelines go, even though your level can be enhanced a few more points. But any way you look at it, I was facing life imprisonment.
The agents kept on interviewing me, and in October 2000, I led them to three more bodies. I knew where one was, but as for the other two, I told them I had only a 50–50 chance of finding them. The 50–50 chance referred to the location, which was the spot Jimmy used to look at with his binoculars from his bay window. I had been around him so long that I knew him well enough to understand he was only looking at that spot for two reasons: he was either looking for a place to put somebody or he was looking at a place where somebody was already buried. As it turned out, someone was already buried there: Tommy King. Johnny Martorano had killed Tommy in Jimmy’s car in 1975, after Tommy and Jimmy had had words at Triple O’s.
“But Tommy King was buried in a marshy area,” one of the guys kept saying.
“Tommy King got killed up the street,” I told him. “And if you walk over there, you’ll see the marshy area. There’s a fifty–fifty chance he will be there.” Two weeks later they found his body.
A few weeks before they found Tommy King, they found Paulie McGonigle. That location I had no problem with, since Jimmy had told me Paulie was buried on Tenean Beach in Dorchester.
The third body was Debra Davis. They had info that she was near Tommy King’s body, so they gave me credit for discovering her body, too. But she had been buried at low tide, so they had to wait for the tide to go out before they could find her along the Neponset River, a few weeks after they found Tommy.
Even though Davis’s family and the family lawyer had been informed that I had no involvement in Debra’s death, that I had never met her, and if it wasn’t for me her remains would never have been found, the family lawyer still came after me civilly. They were trying to blame me for her murder, even though they knew I had nothing to do with it, and sued me for wrongful death. Like everything, it all comes down to money. That’s all they wanted.
As of the writing of this book, the suit has been stayed by my bankruptcy case.
The only arguments the agents and I ever had in the entire process of my cooperation concerned Stippo. Basically, there was one agent who believed Stippo and what he had to say, while the rest of the agents disagreed with him. Those agents had their doubts about Stippo all along. We went back and forth about the true facts of what happened, and everything I had told them and what his family had told them. Finally the agents said,