About a year ago my then-colleague Mick Dumke and I stumbled on a great secret that Mayor Emanuel wanted none of you to know.
Mick and I then invented a fun-filled parlor game that goes like this: First, you look at when the police were spying. Then, you do an Internet search to see what was going at that time that might piss off the mayor. And just like that you have a pretty good idea of who the police are spying on.
On one side, you had the city’s finest lawyers, arguing that the police couldn’t release any more information without endangering the lives of undercover police officers. On the other side, you had Mick—who never went to law school but has watched many episodes of Perry Mason—arguing that they can’t endanger the lives of officers if they don’t reveal their names.
Over the last few weeks, Mick’s written two stories based on the unredacted information—and guess what? We were right in all of our original deductions about who the cops were spying on. Mick and I are now thinking about broadening our prognostications into stocks and sports.
