Cooper Mall

He'd put Tanya's driver's license on top of Margo's mugshot.

Three decades of questions came down to one signature.

Costas didn't come this far to watch Margo slip into the sky.

And suddenly it was pedal to the floor.

The margin for error was almost zero.

If she stepped onto a plane, the jurisdiction would blow wide open and the manhunt would sprawl across multiple states.

Then a second call came in.

Costas could breathe a sigh of relief.

Tanya wasn't boarding a plane.

She was poolside with her family.

But eyes on the pool were only half the operation.

The real machinery was waiting outside in the parking lot, already in motion.

Someone had to take the first step, and that job fell to Costas' supervisor, Stephen Sheerholt.

Sheerholt positioned himself, ready for the moment they'd been waiting on.

Here they all come walking out.

Then they finally closed the distance.

Now, this is when it turns into kind of a shit show.

Picture it, an unsuspecting family in a parking lot, and suddenly officers are closing in, telling their mother and wife she isn't who she says she is, that she's an escaped convict who's been running since the 70s.

Up until then, the family had no idea she'd been someone else all along.

But surrender was only the beginning.