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Blueprint of a Scandal

Crime · 368 pages · Published 2024-03-12 · Avg 4.7★ (6 reviews)

From award-winning investigative reporter Winston H. Kemp comes a ruthless anatomy of civic rot and criminal ingenuity in the Great Lakes basin—a bristling investigation into how lines on paper became instruments of violence, and how a city taught itself not to notice. In the postindustrial sprawl west of Lake Erie—where slag hills rim the horizon and the wind smells faintly of solvents—Kemp traces a lattice of bribes, cut corners, and convenient deaths back to the desks where public works were sketched and signed.

Kemp grew up in Harbor City, a river-port wedged between shuttered paint works and a coke battery that smoldered all winter. As a young intern for the Bureau of Building Safety in the late 1990s, he handled coffee-stained plans for the Edgewater Viaduct, the Midtown Transit Hub, and a chain of emergency stair retrofits at Lorain Towers. Two decades later, when a scrap hauler turned up with a box of "as-builts" rescued from a flooded Quonset hut on Industrial Avenue, he recognized a handwriting tic and a mason's square symbol he'd seen before, tucked in the margins like a dare.

Blueprint of a Scandal reconstructs the long con that grew out of that symbol: a quiet fraternity linking permitting clerks, city engineers, and private consultants to three dominant contractors—Peregrine Construction, Stone & Rail Partners, and the O'Hara Inspection Group. A crane boom that folded in 2001 at the Midtown site; a stairwell that sheared off in 2004; a missing surveyor whose transit was found in a cattail ditch by the Ironwater Canal; a fire in a salt warehouse that burned too clean. Each episode filed away as misfortune, each payout logged as a change order. As Kemp overlays accident reports with soil maps, bid tabulations, and meeting minutes, an ugly pattern emerges: engineered weak points, concrete mixes quietly swapped for cheaper, porous aggregates, and inspections pre-cleared before pours.

The book ranges from council chambers on Lorain Avenue to the back booths of Pelican Eddie's, from a retired metallurgist's garage full of core samples to the tunnel under the viaduct where a whistleblower once kept a roll of originals. Kemp's sources—archivist Nita Bhattacharya, union steward Rosie Delgado, and Harold "Red" Klement, a guilt-struck city reviewer—guide him through a labyrinth of FOIA fights, grand jury feints, and one spectacularly botched procurement reform. Threaded through is a parallel environmental history: slag heaps, benzene plumes, lead dust settling on porches, and the slow corrosion of civic attention that made sabotage indistinguishable from neglect.

Part procedural, part civic elegy, Blueprint of a Scandal burrows into the gray zone where construction ends and consequence begins—charting a hidden economy of kickbacks and collapses and the paper trail that should have saved a city from itself.

Kemp, Winston H. is an American investigative journalist and former structural engineer. Born in 1979 in Toledo, Ohio, he earned a B.S. in civil engineering from The Ohio State University and worked on bridge and transit projects across the Lake Erie basin before retraining in journalism at Northwestern's Medill School. His reporting on public contracting and industrial safety has appeared in the Cleveland Plain Dealer, Midwest Dispatch, and ProPublica, earning a Sigma Delta Chi Award and a Livingston Award finalist nod. He has taught longform reporting at Kent State, testified before the Ohio House on procurement transparency, and lives in Cleveland Heights with his partner and a retired greyhound. His previous nonfiction work examined life along decommissioned waterways of the Rust Belt.

Ratings & Reviews

Mateo R. Suarez
2025-07-30

What surprised me most was the character work inside a work of reportage. Nita Bhattacharya's methodical care, Rosie Delgado's blunt mercy, and Harold "Red" Klement's late-breaking conscience form a triangle of contrast that sharpens the book's ethics. Their conversations never feel staged, and their doubts and loyalties keep the investigation from flattening into exposé. They're the reason the final pattern hits so hard.

Rhea Velasco
2025-02-18

If you shelve Patrick Radden Keefe for rigor and Adrian Nicole LeBlanc for intimacy, you'll find Kemp belongs right between them: he marries procurement spreadsheets to the shaded corners of Pelican Eddie's and makes both sing.

Essential for readers who track corruption with a human pulse.

Caleb Montez
2024-11-09

As a world, Harbor City feels fully inhabited by slag, benzene plumes, and the kinds of back booths where policy gets priced. The book makes concrete not just concrete, but a whole ecology of shortcuts and blind spots, right down to the tunnel stash and the salt warehouse burn. If the civic stakes sometimes compete with the criminal mechanics, the grit of place keeps it all grounded and unnervingly plausible.

Priya Halvorsen
2024-07-02

Craft-wise, this is meticulous without being fussy. Kemp builds each section like a proper load path, alternating interviews, accident reports, and archival finds; the effect is cumulative, and then quietly devastating. He lets the records speak, but trims them with a journalist's ear so a meeting minute can land like a confession. The recurring symbol in the margins becomes both clue and chorus line, and the closing chapter's return to the Edgewater plans snaps the structure shut with satisfying inevitability.

Gordon E. Lake
2024-04-15
  • Rust Belt atmosphere that sticks
  • Document detail that keeps stakes tangible
  • Mid-book slack around the procurement chapter
  • A timeline graphic would help orient the cascade
Lena Corcoran
2024-03-20

I finished this with my pulse buzzing and my notepad shredded. Kemp threads civic grief and forensic patience into a kind of moral voltage, showing "how drawings turned into tools of harm" and how a city learned to flinch away from its own paperwork.

Every chapter tightens the vise: the crane that folded, the stairwell that sheared, the fire that burned too clean. He refuses to let the accidents stay accidents, overlaying soil maps, bid sheets, and minutes until the weak points glow like coals.

What wrecked me were the voices. The archivist sifting damp plans, the union steward naming the dead with a steadiness that made me hold my breath, the reviewer who signed off and can't sleep. They aren't colorful side notes; they are the conscience of the book.

The atmosphere is corrosive and tangible. You can smell solvents off the river and taste the lead on porch rails, and suddenly sabotage and neglect occupy the same dim room. That slow corrosion is the central crime scene.

By the time Kemp reaches the botched reform and the tunnel stash under the viaduct, the pattern is undeniable and enraging, and still he writes with restraint. This is a civic elegy that indicts and honors in the same breath, and I loved it.

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