Do Not Hire This Hit Man

During my career covering crime and courts in Houston, Texas, I interviewed or profiled a number of memorable people. This article from October 1993 in The National Law Journal is about one of them, an investigator named Gary Johnson.  For reasons that should be obvious, I’m not providing any updated information on his whereabouts. I like to believe he’s now retired and living peacefully somewhere.

After Johnson gained some notoriety in the late 1990s, he was approached to serve as the inspiration for both a movie and a TV series. Although those projects failed to materialize as far as I know, Johnson did continue to receive media attention  with articles in 2001 in The Washington Post and Texas Monthly magazine and as recently as 2009 in Slate.

Here’s what I wrote about him in 1993.

HOUSTON—One of the nation's busiest hit men can be found operating openly here, regularly offering his services for sale in an office not far from police headquarters. His name is Gary Johnson, and Houston police know him well. Even the district attorney himself knows about Mr. Johnson’s activities. But he has no plans to arrest him.

No, there’s been no payoff. Mr. Johnson enjoys im­munity for arranging his murder contracts because he’s actually working for the “good guys.” As a veteran investigator with the Harris County District At­torney’s office, Mr. Johnson has developed a rare expertise: He specializes in posing as a contract killer, collecting evidence of assassination plots and then nipping them before they get carried out, When Mr. Johnson closes a deal, nobody dies—but some­one usually goes to jail.

“He knows the rules” of entrapment, says Harris County District Attorney John B. Holmes Jr. “He's every bit as competent as a lawyer in deciding those legal issues, so It's fallen on him more often than not to play the part of the hit man.”

Mr. Johnson says he's played the part at least 37 times. But not every job results in a case. Sometimes the customer loses nerve. Other times the reason for buying a hit is eliminated by circumstances. He re­calls that some bizarre negotiations with a Harris County Jail inmate, for example, ended that way.

“He wanted someone to kill two witnesses to the murder he'd committed. An informant gave him my unlisted number here at the DA’s office, end he called me collect from the jail to solicit their deaths,” re­calls Mr. Johnson.

During the taped conversation, the inmate confessed to stabbing his girlfriend 39 times and said he needed to get rid of the witnesses. Before he could close a deal with Mr. Johnson in the weeks ahead, however, the inmate agreed to a plea bargain in the murder case and decided he no longer required additional deaths.

But Mr. Johnson estimates that a third of the inci­dents have resulted in arrests and convictions on charges of solicitation of capital murder or lesser related offenses. Only twice have Mr. Johnson's “cli­ents” opted to fight their indictments through Jury trials with both receiving lengthy prison terms of 80 years and life. No one who has ever hired Mr. John­son has been acquitted. And the cases have ranged from the potentially bloodcurdling to the near-ridiculous.

Ironically, Mr. Johnson’s first exposure to the world of contract killing occurred when he became the target of two botched death plots while working as an undercover narcotics cop in the late 1970s in Port Arthur, Texas. But his unusual career in law enforcement stretches further back than that. Be­tween 1970 and 1976 he worked as a sheriff's deputy in Calcasieu Parish, La., leaving that job after he helped other deputies gather evidence that got their sheriff indicted for theft.

In Port Arthur from 1976 until 1981, Mr. Johnson polished his acting talents in the dangerous theater of undercover narcotics, On one occasion, an infor­mant warned Mr. Johnson of a plan to blow up his car. The plot unraveled because the clients could not pay, and the hit man claimed he would have just “ripped them off, anyway.” On another occasion he learned that two brothers and their father had hired someone to execute him at his house. Once again, they made the mistake of contacting an informant,

who alerted Mr. Johnson and allowed him to dodge that attempt by faking his own death.

The incidents taught Mr. Johnson a valuable lesson about the difficulties of carrying out a murder con­tract. He says people with murder on their mind routinely approach petty criminals hoping to find a hit man. But small-time thugs often have more fear of murder than of the police, and they end up on the phone with him.

“Most commit property crimes,” he says. “When you start talking about killing people, they don't want to get involved.”

Holding a master’s degree in psychology, Mr. Johnson moved to Houston In 1981 with plans to pur­sue a doctorate. Looking for work, he parlayed his education and police background, with special skills as a hypnotist, into a spot with the district attorney's office here. He doesn’t recall his first performance masquerading as a contract killer but says the en­cores were numerous in the mid-1980s as Houston developed its reputation for spawning murder-for-­hire prosecutions.

“It's something that just, kind of happened,” says Mr. Holmes, noting that agents pretending to be kill­ers must possess special skills. Mr. Johnson seemed to fit the part.

His background in psychology helps him size up potential clients and present them with the kind of image they expect—an image that will differ from one person to another. He gathers background information from his informants before actually meeting with a prospective customer. He usually tries to dress as that person would be dressed, blue-collar worker or business executive. And he takes cues from their mannerisms to put them at ease.

“The more sinister you appear, the less successful you will be,” he says. “They actually want a friend to do the hit.”

Nevertheless, many cases have involved ruthless individuals. Last year, an offshore oil worker hired Mr. Johnson in Galveston to kill his wife, Besides resulting in a jury trial, that case is also memorable for the twisted plot hatched by the client. The oil worker first had filed a mental health warrant against his wife describing her as suicidal. After her release from a hospital, he asked a topless dancer for help in finding a killer. She instead contacted police, and they told her to refer him to Mr. Johnson.

“He called and was going offshore,” recalls Mr. Johnson. “He needed it done immediately, so I met with him in Galveston. He wanted to collect $10,000 in life insurance, custody of his child, and then he want­ed to make more money by suing doctors. He wanted me to cut her wrists and hold her until she bled to death. Then, he believed, he could sue the doctors that released her from the hospital for misdiagnosing her suicidal tendencies.”

In the other case tried before a jury. Mr. Johnson posed as a contract killer for a woman named Kathy Scott who wanted to murder her husband just a few weeks into the marriage. She told Mr. Johnson she had married him with the intention of killing him for his money and offered Mr. Johnson $1,500 to consum­mate the relationship with a pistol.

“She married him and then confided in an infor­mant who had friends in low places. They called me instead,” recalls Mr. Johnson of the case. “She want­ed it to look like a robbery, like a crackhead had picked him off in his car. We met in a bowling alley. She paid some of the money up front and then told me she'd put the rest in a certain page of a copy of the Yellow Pages in a public phone booth. I said. ‘Okay, you're a widow now,’ and that was the cue for the uniformed officers to make an arrest.”

Both Mr. Johnson and Ms. Scott's prosecutor, Assistant District Attorney Dan Rizzo, point to her as an exam^­ple of the sort of psychotic fury bubbling barely be­neath the surface of people who buy someone else's death. They remain convinced that jurors in the Scott case were prepared to place the attractive, thir­tyish woman on probation until she took the witness stand and allowed her anger to take control. The jury ordered 80 years in prison.

“Jurors told me they got chills across their backs when they watched her under cross-examination,” says Mr. Rizzo.

Working with Mr. Johnson on the Scott case, Mr. Rizzo also developed an appreciation for the investi­gator's evidence-gathering talents. Entrapment rare­ly emerges as a defense because Mr. Johnson only gets involved if someone calls him. But he repeatedly tries to persuade prospective clients to drop their plans for murder, continually asking in tape-record­ed conversations, “Are you for real? I don't want to hear you say you never meant it to go this far.”

Says Mr. Rizzo: “That's usually the defense, that the person wasn't serious. Gary is good at getting their intentions out.”

Besides establishing intent, Mr. Johnson also tries to help with punishment. In Texas, most cases include sentencing by jury, so Mr. Johnson discusses philosophy in his tape-recorded conversations, hop­ing the defendant's comments will reflect an attitude for jurors to analyze for punishment if a trial should occur.

“The scariest to me now are the juveniles,” he says. “I've done five or six of those in the last year. They're after everyone from ex-boyfriends to parents in some cases. They exhibit many more anti-social charac­teristics than the adults. They're much more violent and have a poor appreciation of death.”

His youngest client was a 15-year-old recently sen­tenced to life in prison for trying to buy his mother’s death. Meeting with Mr. Johnson in an elementary school parking lot, the lad offered stereo speakers as a down payment on the $3,000 contract price and pledged to sell the mother’s jewelry to pay the rest. Police made the arrest after Mr. Johnson cued them electronically with the phrase, “Okay, you're an orphan now.”

Despite the gravity of his business, one of Mr. Johnson's teen clients recently had him laughing out loud during tape-recorded negotiations for a hit. This 17-year-old computer nerd with an IQ of 131—and “the social skills of a 12-year-old”—offered Mr. Johnson $5.30 plus a couple of Atari tapes for the murder of a schoolyard rival. At one point in his conversation, Mr. Johnson broke down, chuckling, “You want a $3 killing?” and added, “This is about the cheapest I've ever done.” As he counted the nickels and dimes offered as payment, the youngster ob­served, “If you drive back on the toll road, you won't need to get change.”

Then Mr. Johnson can be heard clearly on the tape, suppressing a laugh and responding: “If I drive back on the toil road, I won't make much from this job.”