Jack Anderson had a spy in a closet listening in on the payoffs Dean made to the Cubans (a separate but related case).
Strange sidelight ~ I was sitting there at the nearby dining area in a Drug Fair on Pennsylvania Avenue eating a breaded pork tenderloin sandwich. I usually read a newspaper while eating, and that day there was an article on John Dean and some of his shenanigans. I immediately recognized him from his picture in the paper as this guy I kept running into recently at my apartment building in Arlington ~ where they housed the Cuban Defendants.
Ever since whenever I eat a breaded pork tenderloin sandwich I see John Dean flash before my eyes.
Sad but true, but I got even. An old highschool buddy of mine was Dean's roommate in prison.