Family fears case will fall apart
Twenty hours later, Donnie, an energetic 62-year-old who founded a trio of natural food grocery stores, stepped off a plane and headed to meet Gonzalez at the Hotel Punta Pacifico, a remote resort north of the city. It was here, Gonzalez said, that McGean had gone to meet his date the night he disappeared.
But hotel employees denied seeing McGean, and drone footage of the surrounding countryside showed no trace of him or his car.
The sun dipped over the ocean as Gonzalez drove them south to Mazatlan. They were eating seafood at a restaurant on the malecón when the Mexican’s phone suddenly began to buzz.
The messages were from McGean’s phone — but not from McGean.
“Pay great attention because I will not say it again,” the kidnapper said in Spanish. “If it occurs to you to do something rash, you will not hear from me or your little sponsor again.”
The kidnappers had already withdrawn about US$16,000 from McGean’s bank accounts.
Now they demanded US$26,000 more, but gave confusing directions, first instructing Gonzalez to pay in the morning, then ordering him to deposit a fifth of the money immediately — without providing a bank account.
“I won’t do anything until I see a photo that O’Neil is OK,” Gonzalez wrote back.
“First hand,” came the cryptic, chilling answer. “Want the other? You don’t give the orders here.”
As the texts became more threatening, Gonzalez grew visibly distraught, sobbing and retching, recalled Donnie, who was busy dialing FBI and Drug Enforcement Administration officials — contacts of a relative who’d retired from the DEA — to ask them to try to trace his brother’s phone.
The next morning, someone spotted McGean’s car, parked downtown and filled with trash and beer bottles. As Donnie and Gonzalez watched state police dust the car for fingerprints, an officer pulled the American aside to say he had a bad feeling about Gonzalez.
Donnie shrugged it off, as he did the other things people said about Gonzalez: that McGean had recently fired him from the café; that he’d been banned from McGean’s house for throwing wild parties while the American was away.
Gonzalez went everywhere with Donnie, translating for him by day and sleeping in the same house at night. He even suggested suspects to police, organizing a stakeout at a property where he said McGean might be held, Donnie recalled.
McGean had been a popular figure in Mazatlan, donating money to local causes and hosting events at his café, so his disappearance was major local news. On Oct. 31, Donnie’s fourth day in town, he and Gonzalez went to meet the mayor. Carlos Felton told Donnie he’d spoken that morning to the governor, who had made it clear he wanted the case quickly solved.
“A lot of these guys were very afraid that this would affect their tourism, would affect the cruise ships,” Donnie later recalled.
The same day, Donnie met with the prosecutor handling McGean’s disappearance.
“What took you so long to come in here?” Agripino Flores Sanchez asked. “We told Jorge a family member has to sign off on the investigation.”
The next day, when Donnie re- turned to talk to Flores, the prosecutor barred Gonzalez from entering the room. He then showed Donnie a diagram of communications between the suspected kidnappers. Gonzalez’s name appeared, Donnie recalled.
Donnie again dismissed the idea. Gonzalez must have been trying to reach the kidnappers to negotiate McGean’s release, he thought.
The next day, Mazatlan was packed with people celebrating the Day of the Dead. To take his mind off his brother’s disappearance, Donnie walked among the thousands of partygoers with their faces painted like skulls before ducking into a restaurant to call a kidnapping expert.
“If you’re continuing to be hopeful, don’t,” the expert said after Donnie told him the kidnappers had gone quiet. “I’ll tell you right now that your brother is dead.”
Donnie’s phone rang just hours after he’d left Mazatlan.
Police had found McGean’s body, his youngest brother, Chris, told him, and they had arrested Gonzalez.
Six years after Betts’s murder, McGean had fallen prey to a similar trap — one allegedly orchestrated by his best friend.
McGean had been lured not to the Punta Pacifico but to another hotel, where he had been beaten so badly that his lungs were punctured, investigators told Donnie.
His brother’s body was then wrapped in a hotel curtain, stuffed inside a large bag, ferried across town in a taxi and buried in a yard under freshly poured concrete.
The FBI agent had warned him not to look at McGean’s face, so Donnie identified his little brother by the Irish family crest tattooed on his shoulder.
Mexican law does not allow Mexican media to fully identify suspects until they have been convicted.
But multiple people close to the situation, including investigators and an attorney for Gonzalez, confirmed his arrest and those of two others: Luis David Soto and Carlos Ramon Anguiano.
A fourth suspect, Joel Carrillo Anguiano — a relative of Anguiano — has also been charged but remains at large.
State and local authorities did not respond to repeated requests for comment.
In an interview with the Washington Post, Gonzalez’s attorney, Hector Soto, said his client had been made into a “scapegoat” by officials eager to close a high-profile and politically sensitive case.
Gonzalez had sounded the alarm over McGean’s disappearance and pressured police to investigate, Soto argued. A confession by Anguiano implicating Gonzalez was unreliable, he said.
“Carlos says he was tortured into giving that statement,” Soto said.
That accusation cuts deep in a country that has struggled to modernize its outdated, underfunded and, at times, corrupt criminal justice system. Despite a decade-long effort to bolster the rule of law by improving policing and introducing American-style oral court proceedings, more than 93 per cent of homicides go unsolved, according to the Citizens Council for Public Security and Criminal Justice, a Mexican think-tank.
On the rare occasion that a homicide is closed, it is often tainted by accusations of torture, as in the case of two Australian surfers killed in Sinaloa a year before O’Neil.
In a jailhouse letter sent to the Washington Post by his brother, Gonzalez claimed he is innocent.
“I’m locked up because of the whims of prosecutors and the disabilities of judges,” he wrote. “I’m locked up because the state government wants to get along with the American community.”
Donnie McGean believes Gonzalez is guilty. Rather than signs of innocence, he sees Gonzalez’s retching and crying as evidence he knew the robbery had gone too far, and O’Neil McGean was dead. But even he isn’t certain.
“In Mexico, you cannot trust anybody,” Donnie said, “including the police.”
A year after his brother’s death, Donnie and his relatives worry that the case will fall apart. The governor who had prioritized McGean’s case left office last year amid accusations of corruption.
“I feel that the case is being put on the back burner,” Donnie wrote to Sinaloa’s new governor, Quirino Ordaz Coppel, in May. “A kidnapper, robber and murderer of an American living in Mexico is still walking the streets.”
Donnie never received a response. Later he learned Ordaz, who did not respond to requests for comment, owns the Pacific Palace hotel, where his brother was killed.
A month after O’Neil McGean’s body was found, expats drank tequila and sang Danny Boy at a memorial in Mazatlan. On the same day in Washington, mourners packed Blessed Sacrament for a memorial just as emotional as the one held for Betts.
Earlier this year, when Chris and Donnie went through their brother’s belongings, they found dozens of children’s books Betts had given McGean, each with a love note written inside.
And in his dressing room in Mazatlan, framed behind glass, they found a collage of photographs of McGean and Betts — both of them now gone.
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