In the end, death didn't come from the hands of gangsters he helped put in prison, nor from the enemies who'd stabbed him, shot at him, or ran him over with a truck.
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Nature, perhaps aided by years of hard living, claimed the life of Daniel Horrigan, 58, a Monterey native who infiltrated the Mongols and Hells Angels motorcycle clubs and for years worked as an undercover informant for the FBI, ATF and DEA.
His death Monday morning came just weeks after the last guilty plea in "Operation Black Rain," the government's largest racketeering case against the Mongols, an investigation Mr. Horrigan helped launch.
Physically, Mr. Horrigan was a giant of a man whose charity strength demonstrations often included splitting stacks of boards or smashing coconuts with his bare hands.
According to law enforcement records, he once held his own in an unarmed brawl with more than a dozen Hells Angels.
"They shot at him, stabbed him, got him in wrecks," said his childhood friend, Mike Amader of Pacific Grove. "You'd never think he'd die this way."
On Monday, Mr. Horrigan's girlfriend, Shellie Stewart, watched him work some 20 feet in the air, cutting branches for his Carson City, Nev., tree-trimming business.
Strapped to a tree trunk, Mr. Horrigan told Stewart he felt dizzy. While she and a friend scrambled to get him some Gatorade, Mr. Horrigan passed out, Stewart said.
He never woke up.
An autopsy is scheduled for this week, Stewart said.
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