title: The Gang They Couldn't Catch: The Story of America's Greatest Modern-Day Bank Robbers-And How They Got Away With It
author:  Debra Weyermann 
description: In her impressive true-crime story, Weyermann, a former reporter for the Arizona Daily Star , writes less about crime than about people. Focusing on David Grandstaff, she leaves little doubt that he was the mastermind among the three men who robbed the Valley National Bank depository in Tucson in 1981, hauling away more than $3 million. Grandstaff, whom she interviewed, emerges as an exceptionally intelligent man from an impoverished Des Moines, Iowa, background, who--like his fellow gang members, called "The Boys"--never had the opportunity to develop his abilities. Arrested for the first time when he was 12, Grandstaff became a career criminal. He, his friends and his lawyers are interesting players in this absorbing drama that culminates with a jury that would not convict The Boys for the Valley National Bank heist on the basis of dubious evidence. Grandstaff now works as a painting contractor in Des Moines. Photos not seen by PW. <br />Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  Nick couldn’t figure out how he’d been so damn stupid. Maybe it was more
  important to be part of the gang than he liked to admit. Maybe he was mad at
  the world in general and figured it was only right to get his licks in when he
  had the chance. And certainly he’d have lost face if he’d backed out when
  Reece and T.J. and Cash were so fired up.
  
  
  
  
  
  But he’d never actually broken the law before.
  
  
  
  
  
  Not quite true, he reminded himself as he pulled himself through the broken
  window and into the back of the electronics store. But they’d only been little
  laws. Setting up a three-cardmonte scam over on Madison for suckers and
  tourists, hawking hot watches or Gucci knockoffs up on Fifth, forging a couple
  of ID’s so that he could buy a beer. He’d worked in a chop shop for a while,
  but it wasn’t as if he’d stolen the cars. He’d just broken them down for
  parts. He’d g