The Big Caper

There was the arsonist, the safe blower, the boy-faced killer--there was a regiment of crack, lawless men waiting out the minutes until Saturday night--the night the town would explode into violence. For in the center of town sat the bank--a citadel of twelve million dollars, impregnable as Gibraltar, safe as a church.

Safe--until precisely ten-fifteen on Saturday night.

Until the wheels began to pick up momentum, and suddenly a fire lit the sky, and the power went off all over town and under way went the king-sized knockover.

The grand slam.

The Big Caper.