Finding Gary, Part 3

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As she sat at the end of the long, polished, cherry-wood conference table, Donna Weaver told the story of her husband's murder. The calm pulling of the pistol on an Andros Island airstrip. The close-range blasts of the gun as bullets pierced her husband's body. The makeshift burial alongside the runway.

"They just killed him," said Donna, her voice breaking as she wiped her eyes with a tissue. "Just like that, like it was nothing."

Bahamas Royal Police Force Superintendent Glen Miller listened intently in the Central Detective Unit in Nassau while one of his detectives took notes. The tall and dignified Miller, dressed in a flawless gray suit, began that late-afternoon meeting with obvious skepticism. He had no idea who this American woman was; he knew only that she claimed her husband had perished more than 21 years ago in his jurisdiction. As Donna told her story, however, his demeanor changed perceptibly. Miller leaned forward in his chair, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He sifted through the reports Donna had brought. His questions about Operation Airlift -- the disastrous FBI operation Donna believed was connected to Gary's 1983 disappearance -- became more pointed.

Miller, who oversees all homicide investigations on the islands, wanted to know more about FBI agent Dan Mitrione, who'd become an outlaw drug lord while heading Operation Airlift. He asked about Randy Krugh, Gary's best friend and employer, who was a wildly prolific drug runner and government snitch. And he requested details regarding Andros, the largest Bahamian land mass, which he knew was a smuggler's paradise during the early 1980s.

Once Miller digested the information, he told Donna he was going to open an investigation into Gary Weaver's disappearance. He would need a sworn statement.

A smile appeared on Donna's pain-wracked face.

"Do you promise?" she asked him.

This was the first time any law enforcement official had ever asked her to swear to anything about Gary. The date was April 26, 2005 -- 21 years, four months, two weeks, and three days after her husband had vanished.

And the belated trip to Nassau, just a few hours old, was already a success. The hourlong flight from Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamian capital. The cab ride downtown, where she checked into her room at the Holiday Inn. Then onto the number-eight jitney bus to Miller's office on the city's outskirts. It was the first time Donna had ever been out of the country, and she had to borrow most of the money for the trip. But when Miller made his announcement, she believed it was all worth it.

Donna had tried to start an investigation in the Bahamas back in the early 1980s but couldn't get anywhere on the phone. She didn't venture to the country because she feared she might never come home. At the time, the islands were rife not only with smugglers but with corrupt officials.

She'd been driven to go to the Bahamas this time by years of anguish, and the trip was marked by desperation and hope: desperation because she was still largely alone in her search for justice, hope because she'd done an incredible thing. Donna told Miller she had all but solved the case.

Through an amazing coincidence, she'd found a witness to her husband's murder and had identified the killer.

Toby Lyons seemed to know everyone. The dark-haired, Ohio-born businessman, who dreamed of becoming a leading man in Hollywood, had run about a dozen bars in Broward and Miami-Dade counties over a quarter century and collected a lot of contacts along the way. Donna was one of them. She had worked as a bartender for Lyons at two drinking establishments, Mainstreet in Pompano Beach and Cheers in Fort Lauderdale.

To pay the bills in Gary's absence, Donna worked first as a cocktail waitress and later as a bartender. They proved good jobs for a suddenly single mother, with good hours, decent pay, and the priceless opportunity to spend her days with her twin girls.

Since starting at a Holiday Inn bar, she had worked at more than a dozen drinking establishments and met some of her best friends in them, both behind the bar and in front of it. But Donna also found that the highest ranks -- the owners and financiers -- were often abusive and dishonest.

Lyons, however, seemed to be an exception, which is one reason Donna turned to him for help in solving Gary's disappearance. The other was that she noticed while reading federal reports concerning Airlift that most of the smugglers seemed to practically live at South Florida bars. Since Lyons knew a good portion of the region's drinkers, she took a list of names to him.

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