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Robert Fitzpatrick - Betrayal: Whitey Bulger and the FBI Agent Who Fought to Bring Him Down

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The Jack Nicholson film The Departed didnt tell half of their story. A poor kid from the slums, Robert Fitzpatrick grew up to become a stellar FBI agent and challenge the countrys deadliest gangsters. Relentless in his desire to catch, prosecute, and convict Whitey Bulger, Fitzpatrick fought the nations most determined cop-gangster battle since Melvin Purvis hunted, confronted, and killed John Dillinger.

In his crusade to bring Bulger to justice, Fitzpatrick faced not only Whitey but also corrupt FBI agents, along with political cronies and enablers from Boston to Washington who, in one way or another, blocked his efforts at every step. Even when Fitzpatrick discovered the very organization to which he had sworn allegiance was his biggest obstacle, the agent continued to pursue Whitey and his gang . . . knowing that they were prepared to murder anyone who got in their way.

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For my parents,

who tried

For Father Kenny, Sister Jean Marie, and Brother Elliot,

who made me strong

And, especially, for my wife, Jane, and my children, Brian, Robert, Alicia, and Erin,

who keep me that way

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

SOUTH BOSTON, 1984

You want a bullet in the head?

A few hours before he was murdered on a raw November night in 1984, John McIntyre thought hed been invited to a party. At least thats what drew him to a South Boston house owned by Pat Nee, a top associate of Bostons Irish crime boss James Whitey Bulger.

Two weeks earlier, McIntyre had been aboard a ship called the Ramsland when it sailed into Boston Harbor carrying thirty tons of marijuana that would have netted Whitey somewhere between one and three million dollars. But the cargo was seized, putting a sizable dent in Whiteys pocketbook. And it was seized because McIntyre had told federal authorities about the shipment to keep himself out of jail. Believing his informant status still to be safe and secure, McIntyre agreed to go to the party, figuring hed be able to strengthen his hand with law enforcement even further. Only when he arrived at the house, Bulger stepped out of the shadows and stuck a machine gun in his gut.

McIntyre was thirty-two, of average height and weight, and bearded with dark blue eyes that belied the hardscrabble life of a man who made his living at sea. He had rough, callused hands from handling fishing nets with the texture of razor wire. But in addition to fish McIntyre was also known to carry marijuana, bringing most of his supplies into the Boston area by boat. Small time mostly and not on anyones radar, until he caught the attention of the murderous Bulger and his Irish Winter Hill Gang, who were determined to muscle in on Bostons drug trade in the 1980s.

Whitey was also involved in smuggling large shipments of weapons to the Irish Republican Army in Northern Ireland, for which he commandeered McIntyre as an engineer on a boat called the Valhalla. A military veteran, McIntyre kept his wits about him and didnt view the criminal lifestyle as anything more than a means to supplement his fishing and boat-building jobs. The money was just too easy and plentiful to turn away from, and McIntyre rationalized his actions by the need to support the young family he was struggling to hold together.

In September of 1984, the Valhalla set sail into the Atlantic with its holds full of guns and ammunition instead of marijuana, or iced swordfish and halibut. The voyage was smooth and uneventful, ending when McIntyre supervised the transfer of arms at sea onto a trawler called the Merita Ann. A few days later, off the coast of Ireland, British authorities boarded the Merita Ann. The weapons were seized and the crew was arrested.

The ramifications of the seizure reverberated all the way back across the Atlantic. Once the Valhalla docked back in Boston, Customs officials took McIntyre and another crewmember into custody on suspicion of gunrunning charges. After routinely questioning McIntyre, they released him. But a few weeks later the Quincy, Massachusetts, police arrested McIntyre on a domestic assault beef. Facing a potential prison stretch, he agreed to become a government informant and cough up the information on the infamous Irish gang leaders criminal activities. The feds assured McIntyre hed be safe, that his informant status would be revealed only to those officials associated with the case.

Now, though, on an autumn night that felt more like winter, John McIntyre found himself staring at the machine gun barrel propped over his belt. Stephen Flemmi and Kevin Weeks, two more of Whitey Bulgers most trusted lieutenants, grabbed him and threw him on the floor. Then McIntyre watched in horror as Bulger opened his duffel bag of death. He took out a rope, chains, and an assortment of weapons that gleamed slightly beneath the naked lightbulbs with strings dangling from their outlets like spaghetti. Flemmi handcuffed McIntyre to a chair and then chained him to it as well for good measure.

Were gonna have a talk, you and me, Whitey told him. I think youre a rat. Are you a rat, Johnny?

According to testimony given in court years later by both Nee and Flemmi, Bulger proceeded to break McIntyres fingers one at a time until he finally confessed to his role as informant. Between shrieks of pain, McIntyre apologized for being weak, claiming hed panicked, had no choice. Give him another chance and hed prove himself loyal. Hed tell Customs and the FBI hed made it all up to keep himself out of jail on that domestic assault charge.

But Bulger, having been told otherwise by at least one of those McIntyre thought was protecting him, wasnt buying it.

I think youre full of shit, Mac.

No, no! I fucked up, but Ill make things right, I swear!

Swear to God?

McIntyre just looked at him.

Cause Gods not here. Im here. You believe in God, Johnny?

McIntyre nodded.

You go to church?

McIntyre didnt say anything.

Yeah, Bulger picked up. Whats God done for you anyway, compared to all Ive done? And this is how you pay me back. By fucking meBulger backhanded McIntyre across the facein the ass.

He was grinning now, enjoying himself. Bulger knew that John McIntyre had already told him everything, but that didnt stop him from continuing the mental and physical torture for another five or six hours. When he finally tired of the process, Bulger placed a boat rope around McIntyres neck and tried to strangle him. But McIntyre refused to die. Bulger then slammed him repeatedly in the skull with a chair leg. McIntyre still refused to die.

You want a bullet in the head? Whitey asked, leaning in close to his ear.

McIntyre nodded, rasping out Yes through the blood and spittle frothing from his mouth.

Whitey shot him as promised. The impact threw him over backwards, still strapped to the chair and, incredibly enough, still alive. Flemmi grabbed his hair and pulled his head up while Bulger shot him again, repeatedly.

Hes dead now, Whitey said, and then went upstairs to take a nap.

PART ONE

COMING TO BOSTON

Kick ass and take names.

WASHINGTON, D.C., 1980

Fitz, Assistant Director Roy McKinnon said the day he summoned me to his office at headquarters in Washington in late 1980, we need an Irishman to go to Boston to kick ass and take names.

I laughed but he didnt.

Any suggestions? he asked instead, staring me in the eye.

McKinnon was the ultimate straight shooter. He had a square jaw and wore his salt-and-pepper hair cropped military close. I seem to remember hed been a Marine; either way, there was a directness of purpose about him befitting a military mind-set, right down to the orderly nature of his office, in which nothing, not even a single scrap of paper, was ever out of place. He told me the assignment was important for a variety of reasons. He sounded grave about my new adventure and talked about difficult problems in Boston without specifically outlining what those problems were. Right out of the gate, loud and clear, he ordered me to put Boston on the straight and narrow. My initial reaction was it sounded like dj vu, having had an assignment in Miami in the mid-to-late 1970s where, in fact, I did kick ass and take names in the ABSCAM investigation that nabbed numerous public officials, including a sitting U.S. senator. ABSCAM was a sting operation that targeted corrupt politicians and possible law enforcement personnel. I supervised the sting undercover, getting targets, including Senator Harrison Williams (D-NJ), to implicate themselves on tape. It was, in all respects, the FBI at its best.

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