Keith Morrison

But the check never cleared.

The dealer reported the car stolen.

And the local sheriff issued warrants for Sante and Kenny, wanted for Grand Theft Auto.

That was just what the LAPD needed to amp up their search.

Something concrete to hold Sante and Kenny on.

If only they could find them.

For months, detectives ran down tips from people who knew them.

In Los Angeles, in Las Vegas, in you name it.

Every place we went, we would miss them just by days sometimes, a day, sometimes just hours.

They were constantly moving.

Did she know you were on their tail?

Well, I think so.

The mother and the son in that Lincoln were in the wind.

And across the country, in New York, that wealthy widow, Irene Silverman, was still living her fine life on the Upper East Side, nothing to worry about.

But the Fourth of July was right around the corner.

And so was a confrontation on a busy street in midtown Manhattan.

One of the agents grabbed Santee, took her bag.

I saw there were like five agents struggling with Kenneth.

Couldn't take him down.

Couldn't take him down.