Take a coke-snorting smuggler, a crooked Army quartermaster, a deceptively dippy hooker and a smooth-talking expert in alarm systems. Add a bank, ultramodern European and defiantly burglarproof. The hooker is greedy, the alarms expert larcenous and the bank eminently susceptible to a shrewd variation on the Trojan-horse tactic.
To make the setup sweeter, the loot is dirty money, the kind of quarter-million-dollar nest egg socked away by people with the same ethics as the coke-snorter and the quartermaster. "Crooks," as the alarms expert points out, "are the only ones who can't holler cop."
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