Sean Shay and Robber #3 lay face down in the dirt, their eyes fixed desperately on the white van just a few yards away. Inside those metal doors was their prize—the sacks of cash they had risked everything for.
It was so close they could almost smell it. Yet, paralyzed as they were, it might as well have been on the moon.
The idiom "so close, yet so far" had never felt more bitterly real.
Seven or eight minutes later, two police cruisers screeched to a halt, boxing in the stationary van.
Officers swarmed out, weapons drawn, taking cover behind their doors.
"You are surrounded! Exit the vehicle immediately!" a male officer shouted through a megaphone.
Silence from the van. No movement.
The police advanced slowly, shields raised.
"Look over there! Two suspects on the ground!" a sharp
