On September 20, 1998, Jose Vigoa, a child of Fidel Castro's revolution, launched what would be the most audacious and ruthless series of high-profile casino and armored car robberies that Las Vegas had ever seen. In a brazen sixteen-month reign of terror, he and his crew would hit the cr me de la cr me of Vegas hotels: the MGM, the Desert Inn, the New York--New York, the Mandalay Bay, and the Bellagio. The robberies were well planned and executed, and the police-"the stupids," as Vigoa contemptuously referred to them-were all but helpless to stop them. But Lt. John Alamshaw, the twenty-three-year veteran in charge of robbery detectives, was not giving up so easily. For him, Vigoa's rampage was a personal affront. And he would do whatever it took, even risk his badge, to bring Vigoa down.