Jason Pinter - The Darkness

“She’s a pistol,” Jack said.

“Sure is. Here, we can sit at the table.”

Jack took a seat at our meager dining room table as I hooked up my laptop. Once I powered it on, I accessed

LexisNexis and did a search for Leonard Reeves.

Half a dozen hits came up. I opened the first one.

It was from The Daily Princetonian, the student newspaper at Princeton University. We searched through the highlighted article and finally came across the name

Leonard Reeves. The passage read:

The Princeton economics department, spearheaded by

Professor Sheila DeWitt, has seen its fair number of notable professionals in the fields of finance and economics.

The article was accompanied by a photo of a middleaged black woman who must have been Professor DeWitt.

She was standing at the front of a small classroom. Two students were visible in the front row. One was a girl, early twenties, with a ponytail and wearing a skirt and blouse.

The man was dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt, his hair short, and he wore glasses. The caption read: Rachel Vine ’93 and Leonard Reeves ’94 are capti- vated by the renowned professor.

“Is that him?” Jack said.

“I don’t know. Let’s see the next article.”

I pulled up the next search result. It was from Crain’s business daily. The article was from 1998, and the headline was: Economic Boom Sees Rise in Dot Com Investors.

We found Leonard Reeves’s name halfway through the piece. It read:

Flush with cash, many young men and women who have prospered during unparalleled growth are putting their money into what many consider to be risky investments-namely Web sites and Internet domains. Leonard Reeves, a graduate of the Princeton economics department and executive at Morgan

Stanley, admits to finding thrill in such a venture.

“You don’t get into this industry to watch from the sidelines,” said Reeves. “The people who take the biggest risks reap the biggest rewards.”

Reeves, who already owns three apartments in

New York City, says he plans to take his earnings from Internet ventures and invest even further in the housing market.

“Man, that can’t have worked out too well for him,”

Jack said.

“Holy crap,” I said.

“What?”

“Look, there.” I pointed to the next article. The headline said it all.

The piece was from 2001, and was published in the Wall Street Journal. It read: Reeves Named as Liaison to

New York City Department of Finance.

The article was also accompanied by a photograph. It was definitely the same guy from the Princetonian article.

“He worked for the government?” Jack said. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I sat there, stunned. How was that possible? Could this have been the same guy?

The other articles were not dated any later than 2004, and all were references to Reeves’s job with the DoF. There were no other hits for the name, nothing else came up.

“It has to be him,” I said. “But I don’t get it. If this is the same Reeves as on the order made out to Morgan

Isaacs, what the hell is someone who worked for the government and who worked for one of the biggest brokerage firms in the world doing associated with 718 Enterprises?

I mean, these people are drug dealers, plain and simple, and the crap they’re producing is killing people. How did someone like Reeves get connected to that?”

Jack sat there, thinking. Not listening to me, but lost in his own thoughts. Then I heard Amanda’s voice from the couch.

“What if Reeves didn’t just use to work for the government?” she said. “I mean, what if he still does?”

“That’s crazy,” I said. “Obviously Reeves fell on hard times somehow and ended up selling his soul for a pile of black rocks.”

“Not necessarily,” Jack said.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever heard of the name Gary Webb?”

“It rings a bell, but I’m not sure why.”

“Okay, well, have you heard of the Dark Alliance?”

“That’s a little more familiar,” I replied. “Something about Nicaragua, right?”

“Something like that,” Jack said. “In the eighties, Gary

Webb was a reporter for the San Jose Mercury News. ”

“Now it rings a bell,” I said.

“What does he have to do with this?” Amanda said.

“In nineteen ninety-six, Webb published a three-part series of articles in the Mercury News called ‘Dark Alliance.’ See, in the eighties, President Reagan was embroiled in the Iran-Contra affair where it was determined that the

U.S. government had supplied a group of Nicaraguan

Contras with financial aid through the sale of weapons to

Iran, in part thanks to our buddy Oliver North. Our government was supporting the Contras as part of the Reagan doctrine, which supported organizations that opposed communistic and socialistic regimes. The Nicaraguan government in the eighties, let’s just say, fit the bill.

“Webb claimed in his articles,” Jack continued, “that not only did we supply the Contras with funds through the sale of weapons, but through the sale of drugs as well.”

“That’s ridiculous. We weren’t selling drugs,” Amanda said.

“ We weren’t,” Jack said. “But the Contras were reaping millions of dollars through the sale of drugs within the

United States. Crack cocaine spread like wildfire through urban areas in the eighties, and much of the money from those sales went directly into funding the Contras. Webb claimed that members of the NSC, or National Security

Council, were aware that money from drug sales in the

U.S. was being funneled to the Contras. Webb found out that not only was our government aware of this, but members of the NSC purposefully withheld that information from the Drug Enforcement Agency. They felt that by curtailing drug sales and cracking down on shipments, we would effectively stem the flow of money to the

Contras and in turn hurt their efforts to overthrow Nicaragua’s communist FSLN government.”

“So in essence,” I said, “they were selling drugs in our cities, killing our citizens and choking the national crime rates. And we turned a blind eye because we felt it pushed our agenda in another country.”

“Pretty much,” Jack said. “When Webb published these articles, he caused a firestorm unlike many seen in journalism. It was without a doubt one of the most controversial articles of the past twenty-five years. So what happened to Webb? Well, he was completely discredited by the government which issued denials faster than meter maids issue parking tickets. He was eventually pushed out of the Mercury News, and after years in which he failed to get another job at a major newspaper, Webb put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.”

“Damn,” Amanda said.

“Twice,” Jack added.

“Twice? How does someone shoot themselves in the head twice?”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Jack said. I glared at him. “Apologies, Ms. Davies. Sometimes I forget that

I’m around a lady.”

“This lady thinks she could kick your old ass,” Amanda said.

“Now that’s my kind of lady,” Jack said. “Hold on to this firebrand, Henry. Anyway, common thought was that

Webb had been bumped off. But it turns out Webb was genuinely depressed and had written despondent letters to his family. And an autopsy and gun residue test proved that the man really did shoot himself twice. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen if the suicidal person happens to have lousy aim.”

“So, what, you think the sale of drugs in New York

City is being funneled to, who, some shady overseas organization? Some anti-Taliban fighting squad?”

“Not at all,” Jack said. “If what I’m thinking is correct at all, and if this guy Reeves is connected the way I suspect he is, then the sale of drugs in this city isn’t going abroad. It isn’t being diverted to an anti-terrorism foreign legion. What I’m saying is that money gained through the sale of drugs like the Darkness is going directly to the city itself. I’m saying that not only is our government turning a blind eye, but it’s taking a cut of the profits.”