The Unarmed Truth: My Fight to Blow the Whistle and Expose Fast and Furious by Dodson John

Author:Dodson, John [Dodson, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Threshold Editions
Published: 2013-12-03T06:00:00+00:00

I emailed Gillett back from where I had pulled over on the side of the road. “I’m in Tucson today. Do they need any help?”

Gillett responded back probably not but said I could reach out to the Tucson ATF supervisor and make the offer.

I did. I tried calling and emailed him. But those guys were out in Peck Canyon, so far in the middle of nowhere you’d be lucky to reach them by sat phone.

Frustrated, I went about finishing my JTTF assignment. At one point, I saw a couple of Border Patrol vehicles parked in an Arby’s parking lot. I whipped in the lot and walked inside. Packed in a corner booth, I saw a group of young Border Patrol agents, all in uniform, with one clutching a radio out in front of him atop the table. They were all staring at it, fixed in on it, as if that could somehow make it come to life and squawk out some nugget of information that might give them an idea of what was going on out in Peck Canyon.

I thought about asking them if I could help, but decided against it. If they were sitting in Arby’s because their help wasn’t needed, there probably wasn’t much that I could do. Finishing what I had to do, I reluctantly drove back to Phoenix. Still feeling the need to do something, I felt guilty. I felt like I should be helping.

The next morning, I was on my way to work at the JTTF building when I got the call. It was Larry Alt. He was calling me from his small office on the ninth floor of the Phoenix Division to which he had been banished. He was tasked with auditing NFORCE case files and scheduling fleet maintenance. Putting Alt in the division office as the senior ops officer was one of Phoenix ATF’s biggest mistakes and not just because he was overqualified for the position, not just because they lost a great asset out in the field, but because he was smarter than any of the brass that was up there on the ninth floor with him.

When Alt had learned the news, he reached out to me. He knew I’d want to know. “Two guns recovered at the scene of the BPA murder are Fast and Furious guns.”

My heart leapt up into my throat.

Alt went on to say that the ninth floor was in full lockdown mode; everybody had been in closed-door meetings since the previous afternoon and they were all freaking out. Crisis management at its worst.

Our conversation was short. Neither of us wanted him to get busted for telling me, and we both knew that he would. I arrived at the JTTF building, key-fobbed and security-coded my way inside, then sat down at my desk. After knowing for so long that this would someday happen, I had barely begun to process it when my phone rang again. This time it was George Gillett.

When I was banished, Gillett was the one who told me to stay away from the ATF office.

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