Edgar and Imogene hear a knock on the front door. Glancing out the window they see cops wearing helmets and carrying shields lining the walkway. Edgar dashes to the rear of the apartment where he sees more cops. They’re everywhere.

The command: "Police! Open up!" is followed by a deafening slam from a heavy impact door opener. Before the couple can say, "Hi, we’re Edgar and Imogene," they find themselves flat on the floor, cuffed and headed down the steps to a SWAT van.

Edgar’s head is swimming. "How did they know we’re here? The bank we robbed two months ago was in Marietta, Ohio. Nobody knew we were here in Huntington, West Virginia."

At the law enforcement center Edgar and Imogene are mug shot, fingerprinted and booked into separate sections of the jail. Meanwhile a team of detectives and forensic technicians examine the couple’s apartment with a fine tooth comb. Some, but not all, of the bank money is recovered. Also recovered are two handguns used in the bank robbery. Police back in Ohio are notified.

What Edgar doesn’t know is that Imogene did make one teenie-weenie telephone call since she’d been in Huntington. She called 911 to ask if there were any arrest warrants out for them. She did, of course, give their full names and ages. When the operator said, "yes," Imogene slammed down the phone.

Too late! Huntington has "enhanced 911," which means that when you call police emergency, your telephone number and street address are both displayed on the police operator’s video screen.

I don’t think the Huntington police ever told the couple how they knew they were in town. But it doesn’t matter, it’ll be at least 15 years before there can ever be a next time.