Sonny’s police record goes back to when he was eight. Jail is where he fine-tuned the tools of his trade. He can steal a car in under two minutes or break into a house in less than one minute.

Sonny is strong as an ox. He got that way lifting weights in jail. You paid the bill for his exercise room. He used his remarkable strength to snap a man’s neck during a bar fight over a spilled beer. It was this murder that put Sonny on the run.

Sonny’s mom helped him whenever he was in trouble. With a murder warrant in hand, deputies go to Mom’s trailer. Sonny is hiding behind the door. As soon as the deputy enters, Sonny leaps to freedom-running like a gazelle.

After that, he vanishes into the subculture of his criminal cohorts. Nobody will "rat out" Sonny. Then one day there’s an anonymous phone call to Crime Stoppers. "Sonny is staying in his mother’s trailer," the caller says and hangs up.

The sheriff orders the SWAT team on a pre-dawn raid hoping for a quick arrest. "Sonny is dangerous and will run," the sheriff says. "We need to put that boy in belly chains and lock him down before he knows what hit him."

It’s 3 a.m. Nothing is moving but crickets. Eight members of the SWAT team surround the trailer. Winches rip both doors off their hinges. Four deputies with night vision goggles leap through the open doorways. Sonny is awakened by blinding lights attached to MP-5 automatic weapons. Wisely, he chooses not to resist.

Less than 60 seconds after the sheriff gives the order, Sonny is on the ground, locked down in belly chains and ankle irons. And nobody got hurt.