By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
You are a huge disappointment to me and others. I gave you great scoop on Limp and Pencil and you insult me with the request for docs to prove the information. Get a life little boy! You and I know damn well that you have written story after story citing all kinds of mis-truths...There is a reason why the REAL newspapers don't publish some of the lies you print.
Sorry to hurt your feelings, but Pinky T. won't be meeting Fonzi and his little partner for coffee anytime soon. You are all dried up little friend. Your website needs to be more exciting or it, too, will dry up with your little part! You are boring the few readers you have left...
I gave you great scoop and you shriveled up and whimped[sic] out in the printing department...You are a coward and a fake!
Pinky T. is moving on. Potsy and Ritchie[sic] are looking better than Fonzi and his little friend everyday!
Zinna had had enough. Quite apart from the belittling of his manhood six times in five paragraphs, the fax had a bizarre undercurrent of menace that was creeping him out. And it was accompanied by a copy of the anonymous flier attacking McCasky. He knew he had to get to the bottom of this.
He fired off another "Back At You" response, promising results and urging Pinky T to chill. "There's blood in the water on your story," he wrote. "We tracked down all we need, so it's on the shelf right now." At the moment, he added, he was giving priority to stories about Lawrence, Sheehan and Wally Pulliam, who's running for Lawrence's seat on the board.
Zinna had reason to sound cocky. By this point he'd visited the Kinko's in Lakewood and noted the surveillance camera. He realized that Pinky T had been caught on tape, thong or no thong.
To get the tapes, Zinna filed a lawsuit -- two, actually -- alleging harassment by unknown parties. He obtained subpoenas and had them served on Albertson's and Kinko's. He received hours of surveillance video and scanned them until he found the parties who were at the counter at the times the faxes were sent.
The May 18 fax from Albertson's, urging him to investigate Limp Dick and Pencil Dick, matched up with a video of a man in a white shirt who appears to have borrowed Rick Sheehan's hairline. The May 24 fax from Kinko's, attacking Commissioner Holloway and others, was sent by a dead ringer for Assistant County Attorney Beyer-Ulrich, who's been Zinna's nemesis in many county dealings concerning the airport.
Zinna hasn't released the video that corresponds to the June 14 "get a life little boy" fax and declines to say who's on the tape. "I'm keeping a little powder dry," he says. "If they try to cover up, I've got a few surprises for them."
His quarry didn't know he'd obtained video evidence of their identities. A few days later, he received yet another communiqué from Pinky T, responding to his earlier assurances:
Trust me, I will chill when the "blood in the water" story comes to fruition...People are SICK of you rehashing the same old BORING stories. Where are YOUR docs? MOVE ON, MAN!
Here is another tidbit that you probably don't even know about.[Name deleted] is NOT the altar boy you think he is. Use your investigative skills to unleash the torrid affair he has had (still having?) with a hot little brunette...and then we'll decide who owes who coffee.
P.S. I've been studying your picture nightly...the 25,000 hits are from me, little boy...I think you'd be much sexier if you'd take off all that unsightly hair from your face...Just what is it that you are trying to hide?
The fax came from a Kinko's in the Denver Tech Center. Zinna fired off another subpoena and was provided with a tape of a third faxer, whom he readily identified as Sheri Sheehan, the commissioner's wife.
Three days after that fax was sent, Zinna cornered Rick Sheehan at a Republican breakfast gathering in south Jeffco. Tape recorder in hand, he peppered the commissioner with questions:
"Are you the Pinky T faxer?" he demanded.
"Absolutely not," Sheehan shot back.
"You never sent any faxes from Albertson's to JeffcoExposed.com?"
"Terrific. Thank you very much. Do you know who did? Somebody who looked exactly like you on surveillance tape."
"That person kind of looks like me?"
"Exactly like you," Zinna insisted. "Could it be you?"
"No? It's not you?"
"Let me see the surveillance tape."
"I asked you a question. Is it you on the surveillance tape, sending disparaging trash about certain people in this room to JeffcoExposed.com?"
"What surveillance tape?"
"The surveillance tapes I procured via subpoena from Albertson's."
"Can I see them?"
"No, you cannot."
"Then I can't answer your question," Sheehan said.
"Yes or no," Zinna said. "Do you need to see it to know if you've ever -- "
"I have never faxed anything from Albertson's, never in my life," Sheehan said.