Dobyns Jay - No angel : my harrowing undercover journey to the inner circle of the Hells Angels

For Mom, Dad, Gwen, Dale, and Jackyou are my heroes.
And for Jaime, without whom this book would not have been possible

Contents

Black Biscuit Task Force Members and Associates by Agency (alphabetical by last name)

Note: The men and women listed below are the principal players found in the text. The Acknowledgments section at the end of the book contains a comprehensive list of officers involved with Black Biscuit .

ATF

Chris Bayless, special agent, aka Chrisser
Carlos Canino, special agent, aka Los
Vince Cefalu, special agent, aka Vinnie
John Ciccone, special agent
Greg Cowan, special agent, aka Sugarbear
Jay Dobyns, special agent, aka Bird
Alan Futvoye, special agent, aka Footy
Steve Gunderson, special agent, aka Gundo
Daniel Machonis, group supervisor, aka Mach One
Jenna Maguire, special agent, aka JJ
Tom Mangan, special agent, aka Teabag
Joe Slatalla, special agent, aka Slats
Jesse Summers, special agent, aka Summer Breeze

OTHER LAW ENFORCEMENT

Gayland Hammack, sergeant, Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department

William Long, detective, Phoenix Police Department, aka Timmy

Shawn Wood, sergeant, Arizona Department of Public Safety, aka Woody

ATF INFORMANTS

Pops (given name not provided)

Michael Kramer, Hells Angels member at Mesa, Arizona, and San Fernando Valley, California, charters, aka Mesa Mike

Rudolph Kramer, Solo Angeles member, aka Rudy (no relation to Michael Kramer)

Hells Angels by Charter (alphabetical by last name)

Note: As above, the men listed below are only the significant players found in the text. Many more Hells Angels are mentioned in the pages that follow .

ARIZONA NOMADS, FLAGSTAFF, ARIZONA

Dennis Denbesten, member, aka Chef Boy-Ar-Dee
Donald Smith, member, aka Smitty

CAVE CREEK, ARIZONA

Ralph Barger, member, aka Sonny, Chief
Daniel Danza, member, aka Dirty Dan
Daniel Seybert, president, aka Hoover

MESA, ARIZONA, AKA MESA MOB

Kevin Augustiniak, member
Gary Dunham, secretary, aka Ghost
Paul Eischeid, member
Robert Johnston, president, aka Bad Bob, Mesa Bob
Mike Kramer, member, aka Mesa Mike (transferred to San Fernando Valley, California, charter during the case)
Calvin Schaefer, member, aka Casino Cal

PHOENIX, ARIZONA, AKA HOTHEDZ

Robert Mora, member, aka Chico

SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA

Pete Eunice, member, aka Dago Pete, Ramona Pete

SKULL VALLEY, ARIZONA, AKA GRAVEYARD CREW

Rudy Jaime, member

Robert Reinstra, vice president, aka Bobby
Joseph Richardson, member, aka Joey, Egghead
Theodore Toth, president, aka Teddy
George Walters, sergeant at arms, aka Joby

TUCSON, ARIZONA

Douglas Dam, member, aka Doug
Craig Kelly, president, aka Fang
Robert McKay, member, aka Mac
Henry Watkins, prospect, aka Hank

Hells Angels Old Ladies

Dolly Denbesten (wife of Dennis Denbesten)
Staci Laird (girlfriend of Bobby Reinstra)
Lydia Smith (wife of Donald Smith)

Other Suspects of Note

Alberto (last name unknown), vice president, Mexican Solo Angeles, Tijuana, Mexico
Robert Abraham, gun dealer, Bullhead City, Arizona
Tony Cruze, member, Red Devils, Tucson, Arizona
Tim Holt, machinist, Mohave, Arizona
Dave Teacher Rodarte, president, U. S. Solo Angeles, Los Angeles, California
Scott Varvil, school nurse, mechanic, Kingman, Arizona

Arizona Motorcycle Clubs and Charter Locations (alphabetical after Hells Angels and Solo Angeles)

HELLS ANGELS

aka Big Red Machine, Red and White, 81
Arizona Nomads (Flagstaff), Cave Creek, Mesa, Phoenix, Skull Valley, Tucson

SOLO ANGELES

aka Orange Crush
Arizona Nomads (Bullhead City, Phoenix, Prescott)

AMERICANS

Page

DESERT ROAD RIDERS

Bullhead City, Lake Havasu City

DEVILS DISCIPLES

Tucson

DIRTY DOZEN (DEFUNCT)

Phoenix

HUNS

Tucson

LIMEYS

Charter location unknown

LONERS

Globe

MONGOLS

Phoenix

RED DEVILS

Tucson, Phoenix

SPARTANS

Phoenix
Vietnam Vets Statewide

Major Motorcycle Clubs Traditionally Adversarial to the Hells Angels

BANDITOS

Texas, western states, international; aka the Red and Gold, Bandits

MONGOLS

California, western states; aka the Black, the Black and White

OUTLAWS

Midwest and Southern states; aka OLs

PAGANS

Eastern states

ROCK MACHINE

Canada (absorbed by Banditos)

VAGOS

California; aka the Green, Greenies

Note: the charters listed are only for Arizona. As noted in the text, the Hells Angels have charters in approximately twenty states and twenty-six countries.

The worlds of undercover cops and outlaw bikers are colorful and unique, and each possesses its own language. If at any time youre unclear about the terms found on the following pages, please consult the glossary found at the back of this book.

If I must choose between righteousness and peace, I choose righteousness.

THEODORE ROOSEVELT

If youre not making mistakes, then youre not doing anything. Im positive a doer makes mistakes.

JOHN WOODEN

UCLA MENS BASKETBALL COACH, 19481975

JUNE 25 AND 26, 2003

TIMMY LEANED CASUALLY against the rear fender of my black Mercury Cougar, a cell phone on his ear and a smile on his face. The bastard was typically calm. Twelve months Id been his partner, in and out of harms way, both together and alone, and the guy never looked stressed. He was as self-possessed as a rooster in a hen housemy polar opposite.

I paced in front of him, rehearsing what I was going to tell our Hells Angels brothers. I shook the last smoke out of a pack of Newports. Shit. I lit the cigarette, crumpled the pack, and threw it to the ground. It was 10:00 a.m. and Id already emptied the first pack of the carton Id bought that morning.

Timmy said into his phone, I love you too honey cake. I should be home soon. Hed been saying things like that going on five minutes.

I stared at him and said, The fuck, stud? Come on.

Timmy put a finger in the air and continued on the phone. OK. Gotta run. Love you guys. OK. See you tonight. He snapped his phone closed. Whats the drama, Bird? We got this.

Oh, you know. Nothing really. I pointed at the guy lying facedown at our feet. Just that if they dont buy it, then well end up like this asshole.

There, in a shallow desert ditch, was a gray-haired Caucasian male, his head split to the white meat. A pile of brains had oozed to the ground where Timmy had put Jobys .380. Blood droplets, sprayed into the sand and dirt, made small, dark constellations. His blue jeans were splattered with purple, quarter-sized splotches. His wrists and ankles were bound with duct tape, his hands were limp. It was already over 100 degrees and the promise of coagulated blood and exposed matter had begun to attract flies.

He wore a black leather jacket whose top rocker, that curved cloth patch that spanned the shoulder blades, read MONGOLS .

I asked, You think hes dead?

Timmy said, Dude looks deadern disco. Shit, those look like his brains in the dirt. Timmy leaned in closer. Yeah, Id say hes pretty dead. He spat a stream of phlegm into the brush beyond the grave.

Dude, no fucking around here. We go home and show the boys we killed a Mongol, then we better be dead-nuts sure it doesnt look like hes coming back.

Timmy smiled. Relax, Bird, we got this. Like Lionel Richie said, were easy like Sunday mornin. And then he started to sing. Badly:

Why in the world

would anybody put chains on me?

Ive paid my dues to make it.