Luke LaManna

One of the agents greeted Bonnie and showed her into the waiting room. Bonnie apologized for arriving 15 minutes early. She explained that the bus had come ahead of schedule. The truth was, Bonnie had purposely done this so that she could have more time to study the office. But the agent didn't suspect a thing.

Bonnie took a seat and asked if she could look over a job application while she waited. She said it was important to her research. She watched closely as the agent retrieved one from a cabinet. She noticed the cabinet was unlocked. That was a good sign. Fifteen minutes later, Bonnie followed another agent into the adjoining room for their interview.

Bonnie took a seat and asked if she could look over a job application while she waited. She said it was important to her research. She watched closely as the agent retrieved one from a cabinet. She noticed the cabinet was unlocked. That was a good sign. Fifteen minutes later, Bonnie followed another agent into the adjoining room for their interview.

Bonnie straightened out her overcoat as she sat down and pulled out a notepad. She started by making small talk with the agent. Then Bonnie asked him about his role at the FBI and his typical schedule. The agent stressed that most office employees only worked from nine to five. Bonnie wrote this information down, but her eyes strained against the prescription lenses.

Bonnie straightened out her overcoat as she sat down and pulled out a notepad. She started by making small talk with the agent. Then Bonnie asked him about his role at the FBI and his typical schedule. The agent stressed that most office employees only worked from nine to five. Bonnie wrote this information down, but her eyes strained against the prescription lenses.

She wasn't used to wearing glasses, and it made taking notes difficult. She hoped he didn't notice. Then Bonnie wondered whether she was taking up too much of the agent's time. Was he getting suspicious? She pushed her fears away and asked him more questions. After 45 minutes, Bonnie thanked the agent and made her way out of the interview room.

She wasn't used to wearing glasses, and it made taking notes difficult. She hoped he didn't notice. Then Bonnie wondered whether she was taking up too much of the agent's time. Was he getting suspicious? She pushed her fears away and asked him more questions. After 45 minutes, Bonnie thanked the agent and made her way out of the interview room.

She scanned the hallway and tried to look confused in case anyone was watching. She had noticed there was another room and wanted to see what was inside. Trying to look as innocent as possible, she breezed by the exit and headed through an open door into the room. She paused to look around.

She scanned the hallway and tried to look confused in case anyone was watching. She had noticed there was another room and wanted to see what was inside. Trying to look as innocent as possible, she breezed by the exit and headed through an open door into the room. She paused to look around.

She saw that a large cabinet partially blocked the other door into the room, a door that led out of the FBI offices into the hallway. Bonnie made a mental note that the group would not be able to enter through this side door and would have to break in through the main entrance she had entered that afternoon. As Bonnie glanced around the space, an agent walked by.

She saw that a large cabinet partially blocked the other door into the room, a door that led out of the FBI offices into the hallway. Bonnie made a mental note that the group would not be able to enter through this side door and would have to break in through the main entrance she had entered that afternoon. As Bonnie glanced around the space, an agent walked by.

He did a double take when he noticed Bonnie. Thinking fast, Bonnie explained she was looking for an exit. Could the agent point her in the right direction? The agent smiled and walked her back to the waiting room. As she rushed down the stairs and out onto the street, Bonnie felt herself relax for the first time that day. She glanced down at her notepad to review her scribbles.

He did a double take when he noticed Bonnie. Thinking fast, Bonnie explained she was looking for an exit. Could the agent point her in the right direction? The agent smiled and walked her back to the waiting room. As she rushed down the stairs and out onto the street, Bonnie felt herself relax for the first time that day. She glanced down at her notepad to review her scribbles.

She had good news to report. There was no alarm system and many of the cabinets seemed easy to access. Then a terrifying thought crossed her mind. Despite her disguise, the FBI had seen her face. What if they suspected her in the wake of the robbery? Bonnie pushed the thought aside. She'd come this far. She couldn't stop now.

She had good news to report. There was no alarm system and many of the cabinets seemed easy to access. Then a terrifying thought crossed her mind. Despite her disguise, the FBI had seen her face. What if they suspected her in the wake of the robbery? Bonnie pushed the thought aside. She'd come this far. She couldn't stop now.

When March 8th arrived a few weeks later, it was a little past 8 p.m. when Keith Forsyth parked his car in an alleyway near the FBI office and quietly got out. His stomach was a mess of knots. Keith knew that if he couldn't pick the lock on the front door, the rest of the plan was shot. But he told himself he could get it done.

When March 8th arrived a few weeks later, it was a little past 8 p.m. when Keith Forsyth parked his car in an alleyway near the FBI office and quietly got out. His stomach was a mess of knots. Keith knew that if he couldn't pick the lock on the front door, the rest of the plan was shot. But he told himself he could get it done.

Keith glanced around the empty street as he made his way to the front of the building. The coast was clear. This first entrance was always unlocked. Keith let himself inside and crept up the stairs to the second floor where the FBI was located. He came to a stop before the door to the office. Panic flooded his body as he realized a second lock had been installed.

Keith glanced around the empty street as he made his way to the front of the building. The coast was clear. This first entrance was always unlocked. Keith let himself inside and crept up the stairs to the second floor where the FBI was located. He came to a stop before the door to the office. Panic flooded his body as he realized a second lock had been installed.

It must have happened sometime after Bonnie had visited the office. This lock was way more complicated than the one Bonnie had described. In fact, it was more complicated than anything Keith had ever picked before. His mind raced. The others were waiting for him at a nearby motel. The plan was for Keith to pick the lock, meet up with them, and then they would head back to pull off the robbery.