Heist

Here I am, 22 years old,

being whisked away with the man I love,

with three million dollars.

It is a fantasy dream that was a reality back in 1993.

Holy cow.

Everyone who comes to Vegas hopes to score that elusive jackpot.

Heather Tallchief appears to have gotten away

with what some may call the perfect crime.

Heather Catherine Tallchief vanished on Friday

along with the Loomis armored van.

In Las Vegas today, a suspect

in one of the most infamous armored car heists

remains on the run.

No one has seen her, the truck, or the money since Friday.

This beautiful young woman got away with millions.

A 21-year-old pulling off a multimillion-dollar caper?

No one could believe it.

The armored truck was packed

with more than three million dollars in cash.

An absolutely incredible real-life crime story

straight out of a Hollywood script.

A story of sex, magick, money, murder.

One of the biggest heists in Las Vegas history.

This is a love story at heart.

The prince who took the princess and, against all odds,

whisked her away on this wild ride into the sunset.

We're in a bar, and this guy came up to me and asked,

"Can I buy you a drink or something?"

"Yeah, okay."

Because I didn't have a single dollar to my name,

I kid you not.

And he just... He was just flirtatious and full of charisma.

He asked me something weird.

Something like, "Do you believe in the devil?"

And I'm like, "Well...

that depends on whether or not one considers that there's a God."

Ask me a dumb question, I'm gonna give you a dumb answer back.

Yet I was kind of chuckling, 'cause that's not the usual pick-up line.

So, I was like, "Okay, this will be interesting."

"I'm gonna engage here on this one."

So, he says, "Do you wanna go do a line?"

And I'm like, "Well, yeah."

I was like... "What is all this?"

He was really into a lot of eclectic mysticism,

pagan-type thoughts, sex magick.

And he's like, "This is my little altar where I do a lot of goddess worship."

Well, he would write poetry, and I remember him reading quite a bit.

It was pretty dope.

The love of a woman s tumbles drunk into my tavern,

and I break the law, serving it wine.

And I chance disaster...

The headspace I was in at the time I met Solis

was very disjointed, very disconnected, very disillusional.

...and surrender to, guilty of everything.

I was a certified nurse's assistant.

The majority of the people that I took care of had full-blown AIDS.

Young, twenty-year-olds.

You get attached to these folks.

I remember being in the room when someone passed away.

It's the most profound thing you'll ever feel.

I just wanted to escape.

A girl at work introduced crack cocaine.

It was a very, very quick downward spiral.

I lost my job, was going nowhere.

So, when I discovered all of these metaphysical concepts,

it made me feel like I'm not floating out here in the ether.

It was a feeling of discovery,

and finding something about yourself that was never really apparent before.

The poetry I write brings out a warrior consciousness.

We emerge as the living, the strong, the willing.

He was the stillness in the eye of the storm.

He gave a sense of purpose...

direction, security.

I ended up moving in with him not long after that.

He made me feel like a queen.

I'm talking flowers, white doves, petals on the floor.

The kind of Romeo that's cliché and kind of like, "Oh, please."

But yet the female part of me loves that.

It was easy, it was comforting.

It was very safe.

However I define love, he was that definition.

I wasn't naive to the fact that he was a career criminal.

He was already an outlaw when I met him.

Chaos is exciting. Chaos is sexy.

One night he calls me up and he's like, "I need you to be ready to go."

And I'm like, "Go where?"

And he's just, "Be ready to go, bring clothes."

So we go to the back of this mall, and my job is to sit in the car with the key

and make sure nothing happens to the car.

Meanwhile, he conducted a robbery.

I remember him breaking into the lockbox,

and there was something like 30 grand in this box.

And a very nice gold Rolex.

And I was like,

"Oh, that's nice. Let me wear that."

"What are you doing?"

He's like, "This'll get you in trouble. This is identifiable."

Las Vegas was where he was gonna hit.

It was an opportunity to try a new path.

We were gonna hit big.

Well, here's a man who was really keen on accumulating wealth,

but not in any kind of traditional way.

He was always trying to hit big by doing something totally off the wall.

Selling a boat, selling art, playing craps.

Working hard, clocking in, clocking out, was not an option.

"Why don't we just get jobs?"

He's like, "You're a fool if you think that's gonna happen that way."

I just got absorbed in this whole feeling of security,

and this warmth.

"Somebody's really invested in me." Never really experienced that before.

I was born Kensington-Bailey area of Buffalo.

Our house was a big, beautiful house on the corner of Comstock and Amherst,

and it was the spot.

Dad was "The Dude."

Let me tell you something.

We were smoking weed one day, and were putting, uh, formaldehyde on it.

It's like doing horse tranquilizer.

You put it on the weed and it just like... I was giving it to heroin addicts

and they were just freaking out, like, "This stuff's bad." You know?

You don't smoke formaldehyde, you know? You don't put that shit in your system.

That's what they do to dead bodies, you know?

But I wanted to get high at all costs.

A lot of people would just hang out on the front stoop drinking.

I remember being little

and the police coming on different occasions.

Fights, there was always some kind of domestic fight.

I remember coming, like next morning, waking up,

coming downstairs, there might be bodies laying around.

People passed out on the floor, on a couch, on a chair,

on the kitchen floor.

And just trying to find out which one's my mom, which one's my dad.

"I think I gotta go to school."

My mother and father had me while they were still in high school.

We had sex, but it was just a mistake,

and then we had... she got pregnant.

I didn't know anything. I didn't know a girl got pregnant,

nobody told me they got pregnant.

"What do you mean you're pregnant? When did this happen?"

Then we had Heather.

So, shotgun wedding.

My mother and father didn't last very long.

I get a letter in the mail says I'm divorced,

and I have custody of this child.

I get custody of Heather.

Who would give custody to this damn drunken fool?

Custody of a three-year-old child, two-year-old child, whatever she was.

I mean, what the fuck is going on?

One day we were hanging out, drinking and partying,

this girl, Cindy, she liked what we were doing,

getting high all the time, and she fit right in.

She'd need a place to stay and I said, "Hey, you could stay here."

"Help me watch my daughter." And she never left.

There was some resentment there, because she was not my mother.

I'm Fred's child, and she's having to care for me.

It was very, very clear how much she hated me,

and she would let me know.

Tell me what a fucking failure I am.

Nobody wanted me.

Who would care about me?

"Your own mother doesn't want you. I don't want you."

I mean, I'm going to fucking kindergarten.

If you've never been loved in your family,

if you've never been shown any kind of, like, warmth,

or this sincere affection just for you...

and a man is finally gonna come and proclaim this love

and all of these other wonderful things...

I would have just done anything. I really would have.

The tarot cards would reinforce these readings of extreme good luck,

success, wealth.

But I'm like, "How are we gonna do it?"

And that's where the sex magick starts coming into play.

The sighs and groans of an ecstatic woman...

The highest achievement of sex is orgasm.

But after that release, it's done.

Where does this energy go?

It's just expended out into the ether.

So how do you harness this energy?

The end goal is to actually speak something into existence.

Freedom released in the psychic explosions of energy.

Abracadabra.

In our case, the goal was to make some money.

The money's dwindling,

We need jobs.

And he's like, "Why don't we get you a security job?"

So I applied for a position at Loomis.

Whether by cash, check, or electronic transfer ...

we're part of how you spend your money.

They asked if I had ever done a job like this before, and I said no.

But they needed to hire a certain amount of females.

Fuck, yeah. Click.

Hey, Heather.

Hey, guys.

I didn't know my way around Las Vegas.

Probably only had my license for a couple of months.

She either was a naturally bad driver

or had just learned how to drive.

- She used to two-pedal the... Remember that? - Two-pedal and...

And remember she hit me with the truck one time?

And couldn't... Yeah, she couldn't stop at stop lights, stop signs either.

She got hired by our branch manager at the time