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Marissa and I were in our respective rooms when I see a flashlight coming through my window, and then I see several flashlights, and then I hear dogs. They're all like knocking really loud, like O well the door, and you could just feel the pressure, like, dude, they're going to open this door if we don't open this door. The picture that was on Fox two News, you could see into the car from this helicopter shot and there was a cup. You're like, that's Dad's Emo's cup. I
realized that my dad has done something wrong. And I immediately started feeling like this is going to change my life and my family dynamic forever.
I'm in a darkened, dirt road in the Ozarks. I'm going like fifteen miles an hour because I keep getting stuff caught on the undercarriage of the car that's dragging. It's totally dark.
Whoa wow.
This is me last winter in a rental car in a remote part of Missouri, and even with my brights on, it was hard to see. The road kept twisting and turning and climbing. And just as I was navigating all of this, my phone rang, are you okay there?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm actually I'm good. I'm almost there.
That's my wife, Kasha, and she's been tracking my progress on her find My app. To her, it looks like I'm just a little too far off the grid.
Okay, I'm totally fine. I'm totally fine. We're good.
We're good.
But I need to focus on this road. That little beep, beep beep, that's the sound of my phone dropping her call. My GPS says I'm getting close to my destination, about to arrive, so it says we're six hundred feet This is crazy. Whoa. I'm just trying to slow down here to not destroy this.
I mean, arriving.
How could we be arriving there's nothing here, old on, there's a driveway.
I mean, I'm just gonna hope this is right.
I'd pull into this driveway, but I mean, honestly, it just looks like a break in the trees, like a clearing, nothing more, with a cabin at the edge of it. And then I see a shadowy figure emerge from the cabin waving his hand.
Keith.
Holy cow man, you guys live out here.
I don't have any outdoor lighting yet.
Good to see you, Jake.
Nice to meet you, Jake.
He's just pulling right there, all right. This is the man that I've traveled a very very long way to see. Keith Giamanco, dad of Elise and Marissa, the twin sisters who you heard from in the last episode. They described him as a loving but kind of mysterious father, and they told me they really had no clue what he was up to until one day when he appeared on
the local news being hunted down by the police. As for how Keith got here to this remote spot deep in the ozarks, well, that's a very long story, and really it's the story i'd come to hear from myself, from Keith in his own words.
Yeah, likewise, major, come here.
Lots of dogs.
Oh you're you're?
I mean, I mean, I've traveled some and you guys are you guys are back there.
Sitting I'm right with you. Get an adjustment.
Keith leads me towards the cabin. All around us their goats and dogs and heaps of snow. The cabin itself is very orderly. There's a set of rakes leaned up against the outside wall, perfectly aligned, arranged just so. Once we're inside, we sit down by a fire crackling in a wood burning stove.
My day is pretty much spent here. I tend to, you know, the animals, and cleaning up the house, doing laundry and things like that. And I'm good with that. I mean, I did it before, you know, when I was a single parent. So it's not anything that that I begrudge doing. What do you do with the animal, Oh gosh, everything. I watch him have fun a lot that they like to have fun, especially the dogs. They go in and out a lot and play outside. And I love him to death.
If Keith sounds like a jolly old grandpa kind of guy. H he kind of is. He's got this friendly Midwestern look, short gray hair, neatly combed, a bright, almost boyish smile. He looks like the kind of guy who'd stop and help jumpstart your car. But appearances can be deceiving, and I knew from speaking to his daughters that there was so much more to Keith. In many ways, he was the sphinx that drew me into this story, and I wanted to know who lived beneath that veneer.
Life is about you choices and moving forward. That molds how you live your life. Those choices I personify that. I'm not immune to it, that's for sure. People say, oh, you made a mistake. No, I didn't make a mistake. Making a mistake is putting salt in your coffee instead of sugar. I made bad choices. Those things were a choice. They weren't a mistake. I purposely did what I did.
These choices that Keith made, they're what brought a small army of law enforcement to his front door, and what led to that police chase with the helicopter overhead, and what many years later, ultimately ended with him here in a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere. I'm Jake Halbern and this is deep cover The Family Man, Episode two, The Gamble. Keith was raised by a single mom. He says he was always very close with her. She raised
Keith and his three siblings on her own. Keith was the youngest by a lot, and in many ways, he grew up as an only child, living a very solitary life. His mom worked long hours at a restaurant, and with the other kids grown up and gone, Keith spent a lot of time alone in the house. He says he barely knew his father at all.
He was a nonexistent in my childhood. He left when I was six months old, so I only knew a household.
With my mother. What kind of impact did that have on you?
It had a huge impact, because I made a vow to myself and to them that I would be there for.
When Keith had children of his own, he wanted his girls to have the kind of storybook childhood that he didn't have, a real classic family life. At the center of this life was Keith's wife, Becky.
She was a very fun, loving person. She was an excellent wife and mother, for the first seven years of our marriage. She was a stay at home mother. She was very attentive to the children. She was a wonderful housekeeper and cook, and a good friend.
Though Keith was quick to add their marriage it wasn't perfect, especially as the girls got old.
There was some rocky moments, of course, because our personalities classed in a lot of ways, and she was sometimes a difficult person for me to get along with. How So, I guess I would.
Say her.
Her love for the home life wasn't constant.
Keith told me about the moment when he realized all was not as it seemed with Becky.
I remember, there is a like a Founder's Day parade in my hometown of flor Sent, Missouri, and everybody gathers and you have the family over, and I wanted to pick up a few things for entertainment purposes, and I went to get a credit card out of my desk, and she broke the news to me when I was getting in my desk that every single one of them were charged to the hill. We had nothing. We had no credit of any kind because she had ran it all up with drugs and alcohol.
Not long after this, Becky moved out. I kept thinking about how Keith had described his wife to me, how he'd paused and then very carefully chosen these words. Her love for the home life wasn't constant. This, as I came to learn, was a classic Keithism, a Midwestern riddle of banality whose darker and truer meaning had to be
ferreted out. And I also realized that this was probably the type of thing that Keith had said to his daughters when they were growing up, a sanitized version of the truth that was so sanitized that it was no longer really the truth at all. Keith says that he quickly embraced the role of being a single dad. He cooked the dinners and did the laundry. Also put his daughters into therapy because he understood that they needed someone
to talk to about what had happened. He also transferred them to an all girls Catholic school, where he felt they could get more support emotionally and academically. Without his wife around, Keith felt that all of this was on his shoulders.
What's that like for you?
Rewarding and fulfilling in a lot of ways, but also very stressful and a lot of anxiety, and especially when there's not the resources there to provide the way you want.
To for your children.
Yeah, so let's talk about his resources. Keith had started out as a regular blue collar guy. When his girls were little, He worked at a printing press, coming home each night with ink stain hands. Then, in the early two thousands, around the time that his wife moved out, Keith reinvented himself as a day trader. He cashed out his retirement plan and started buying and selling stocks at the time the market was booming. He says he did well day trading, though Keith says that sometimes he lived
beyond his means. For a while, he dated a dentist, and he spent money to impress her, going on trips and dining out, trying to create an image of wealth and success. For a while, it worked. Keith attributed his financial success to how closely he studied the stock market. He prides himself as someone who understands how systems work.
A lot of people like to say, well, it's like gambling. No, it's not like gambling. Gambling is a non calculated risk trading the market. Anybody who knows anything about the market and the way it moves it is a calculated risk.
Keith told me there was only one real trap, wishful thinking, believing the version of things you want to be true.
In the trading industry they call it you know you don't want to make a trade, and then smoke hopium on.
It, smoking hopium. I hadn't heard that phrase before, but the meaning it landed immediately.
Hope.
It's useful, it's necessary even, It's what gets people to try things that might fail. But Keith, he was talking about something else. He was talking about the moment when hope mixes with desperation and suddenly you're no longer seeing things as they are, but as you need them to be. By the fall of two thousand and seven, the economy had begun to slide into what would become the Great Recession.
The market was faltering, and so were Keith's finances. He was a forty three year old single dad and broke. He owed about forty five thousand dollars in back taxes, He was behind several months on his mortgage payment, and he couldn't afford the tuition at his daughter's private high school. He felt desperate, and he would soon act on that desperation in a way that would change the course of
his life forever. When his day trading started to flounder, Keith finally decided he had to open up to someone about how bad things had gotten. Someone who had under stand the pressures of being a single parent, someone who wouldn't be too judgmental, someone who truly loved him, And what better person than his own mother, Margie, who lived right in the neighborhood. When Keith opened up, Margie listened patiently, and at some point she made a joke, kind of off handedly.
She just said, well, I hope you don't do something crazy like, oh, rob a.
Bank, explicitly warning you not to do this. Yes, So how do you flip that on its head and decide that that's a good idea?
Because I started to do research, tell me, looking at the FBI website specifically, and looking at how people got caught and basically learning what not to do in order to get away with robbing a bank.
Yeah.
Around this time, when Keith was really in the hole, he decided that he should focus his efforts on learning how to rob a bank. He soon became an expert on all manner of things, including the use of die packs, the positioning of security cameras and the best getaway routes. Keith even figured out the ideal time to strike midday, right after lunch when people were a little sluggish. Keith's plan was not to carry a weapon, just a demand note saying give me all the money in both drawers
and we'll all go home safe. Now you might be thinking, wait, wait, wait, hold up, there's got to be another way. Why not get a job, any job at all, working the counter at McDonald's or burger king, anything legal.
I asked Keith about this.
You're going to work this menial job and it's not even going to come. I'm close to covering what is due, and you're still going to lose everything and you're still going to be working at burger king. It made more sense in football terms to get chunk yardage instead of two yards in a cloud of dust.
Yeah, but it's like you're going for it on fourth and seventeen. Yeah, absolutely, fourth and seventeen. That's football speak for a long shot, a big play born out of desperation. But that keeps you in the game. And that's what Keith wanted, a big payday that solved everything. Only problem was his whole life and his daughter's lives hung in
the balance. Eventually, Keith settled on his first target, a Bank of America in Saint Charles, Missouri, and in November of two thousand and seven, he decided.
It was time.
He dressed for the occasion in a green fatigue jacket and a cameo hat with a wide brim that shadowed his face. Keith parked a safe distance from the bank and then got out of his car. Did you have any last minute doubts before you walked in?
Sure? Absolutely, there were thoughts of aboording it, of course, should I or shouldn't I do this?
But in the end he walked into the bank. He looked around, and he felt relieved to see that no one was paying any attention to him. So he got in line like any other customer, and he waited to see the teller.
I went up and I handed her the note, slid her across a Manila envelope. She filled it with money, and I turned around and casually walked out across the parking lot to the car, which was behind the gas station, and pulled straight out onto the exit of the highway and drove home.
There's something so humdrum about the way he tells this story, this total absence of drama, which is precisely what Keith had been hoping for. This was his proof of concept. When he got home, Keith counted the money, over six thousand dollars in cash. After that first robbery, Keith watched the local news and there he was captured by the surveillance cameras in the bank. Did it stress you out to see yourself?
No, it would have stressed me out. If I was recognizable, that would have stressed me out. There was literally a feeling of relief when I knew that they didn't have a make on the vehicle, nor did they have a good picture of me that somebody that I knew would recognize me for the five thousand.
Dollars reward or whatever it was.
At that particular time.
Keith felt emboldened, and so he just kept on going, robbing more banks and quickly became a middle aged Midwestern master of disguise. He kept changing his outfits and he swapped headgear, baseball hat, bucket hat, boonie hat like he'd also rob the hat store and was now trying on the whole inventory. Sometimes he wore a fleece, other times a sweater or a sport coat. And then of course there's what he did with his facial hair.
I would dye my hair jet black sometimes, and then of course when I got home, I would pull in the garage and go in and wash my hair. There was even a couple of times where I would grow a beard and then shave in the car, right in the car, right in the car.
Afterwards, would like an electric shaver, no.
With just water and a regular razor, so I would immediately become clean shaven.
By early spring of two thousand and eight, Keith had robbed half a dozen banks and taken home about sixty thousand dollars in cash, and for a while the authorities seem clueless. But after the sixth robbery, a detective for the Saint Louis County Police named John Bradley took notice. One thing that I learned about Bradley right away. This guy he plays to win. He's a competitor well into his thirties and forties. He played ice hockey, played hard too.
Just being the type of detective I am, I'm confident that I will get them, and I hope I'm the one that gets them. I believe most cases can be solved.
Bradley responded to the scene of one of Keith's robberies at a Bank of America in Fenton, Missouri. One of the first things that he did was talk to the teller. Her name was Shannon, and she was shaken up, frightened by what had happened.
It's a very emotional experience when something like this happens, when you're a victim of this, and that's who I believe is the victim. Of course, the bank is a victim, but it's just money. The tellers are the ones of the true victims, because other ones face to face with somebody, not knowing how desperate this individual is, and not knowing if this individual, for one reason or another, would suddenly become violent and hurt them.
Shannon shared a detailed account of what unfolded that day. She said the man reached out his hand and gave her a note that read empty. All the money out of the top and bottom drawers. She noticed that he had thick fingers, dirt packed under the nails, and what seemed like a freshly dyed beard.
She could see that he was very nervous. He was trembling. That's a bad sign, you know, because when you have a suspect that is nervous, he's unsettled, that can lead to violence quickly.
In some ways, it was an odd combination of facts. On the one hand, the robber seemed to be a savvy operator who knew all the right things to ask and say. On the other hand, he seemed wildly nervous and slightly unkempt, with his dirty fingernails and poorly dyed beard. When Bradley examined the surveillance video from the heist, he
was struck by one detail in particular. After the handed over the demand note, he tucked his hand into the middle of his jacket, almost the way you'd see in those old Napoleon portraits, and he just left his hand there.
And by doing that, you're implying or indicating that you have a weapon, you just are not displaying it. My thought was, well, if he wants you to believe he has one, he probably has one.
How worried are you that that's going to go sideways and result in actual violence?
Very worried. I mean, you have so many things that can go wrong that result in tragedy.
All of which made Detective Bradley think that now more than ever, he needed to drill down and find the man who was robbing all of these banks. Detective John Bradley started digging through recent Saint Louis bank robbery reports, looking for any details that might connect them. He also starts talking to other agencies sharing info, and eventually a pattern emerges. There are a bunch of heists where the robber is a bearded, middle aged white man with glasses
who uses a demand note. He always asks the teller to empty both drawers, and typically he wore a hat, either a baseball cap, a bucket hat, or what Detective Bradley called a boonie hat. Can you just describe to a Connecticut Yankee what a boonie hat is.
Yeah, It's like a It's like a hat you would wear to go fishing. It's like a brimmed hat, you know, lures and things attached to the hat. Something that blocks the sun kind of blocks your identity.
Detective Bradley became convinced that he was dealing with a serial bank robber. Two weeks later, there was a similar robbery in the same county. This time, the robber walked away with almost ten thousand dollars in cash. Afterward, a local paper ran the headline the Boony Hat bandit blamed for seven heists, and that nickname the Boony Hat bandit quickly caught on, turning this mysterious figure into a folk villain.
I mean, if you think about the type of person that can walk into a bank, threaten somebody, and take money and walk out and then do it again and again and again, that's a very confident bank robber.
And what do you read into.
That somebody that probably isn't going to stop until he gets caught, and hopefully he gets caught before somebody gets hurt.
The problem was, this guy really seemed to know what he was doing. He had eluded the authorities pretty masterfully. Each time he'd exit the bank, loot in hand, and melt back into the suburbs. Just another forty something white guy with a dad bod driving through a vast, mind numbing expanse of Best Buys and Panera breads. Throughout the fall of two thousand and seven and into the spring of two thousand and eight, Keith continued robbing banks. He
did it about once a month. Sometimes the payoff was a lot bigger than others, but on average, each of these robberies earned him about ten thousand dollars, And I really wondered how he just went home and slipped into the role of being dad. Did you find it difficult at all to look your daughters in the eye while this was happening.
I wasn't very good at looking anyone in the eye at that point. It's hard to look anybody in the eye whenever you have this type of thing going on, this dark secret that you can only share with yourself. You can't share anything like that with someone else if you do your head.
This made sense to me that he wouldn't be able to look his own kids in the eye. But what I still couldn't fathom was how did he allow himself to get to this point in the first place.
I felt such desperation. I felt it was what I had to do. And I know that's got to be very, very difficult for people to understand. Yeah, it is, And I really don't know what to say to that, because at the time, it's what I felt like I had to do.
At the time. Did it seem like a crazy idea?
Yeah, it seemed very crazy, But also I felt a sense of being so desperate that I felt it was the quickest, easiest way out.
Did you allow yourself to think about how it could go wrong, on what that might look like.
No, I didn't want to manifest that. I was trying to manifest success. I know it sounds simplistic, but that's the truth.
It may sound simplistic, but this whole idea of manifesting it was very much in vogue at the time. There was a wildly popular self help book published the year before called The Secret. Keith had read it and embraced its full lifelosophy. The book boldly proclaimed what you think you create, what you feel you attract, what you imagine you become. In many ways, it's a classically American sentiment.
What Keith imagined, as far as I can tell, was continuity, the same house, the same school for his kids, the same version of himself, mild mannered, self employed, holding it all together in his mind. Protecting that life required only a brief deviation, ten minutes of controlled risk executed through the system that he built.
It all seemed very surreal, but the whole process at that point got straight back to business of Okay, I need to deposit this money out checks, and then I got to go pick up the girls from school, and then I have to mow the grass, you know, So just get back to life at normal, like.
Literally, nor that was your checklist, Like, yeah, rob bank, pick up girls at school, mowgrass.
Yeah, that's pretty much what it was. Were you anxious about it? Once I watched the news, I knew I wasn't gonna get caught.
Even with the money that he made robbing a bank. About once a month, Keith came up short. He fell behind on the mortgage, and he was in danger of losing the house, the one he'd raised his kids in. The bank gave him a date pay up or they'd foreclose, So on the day of the deadline, May fifth, two thousand and eight, he robbed yet another bank in Chesterfield, Missouri. It goes smoothly, no problems at all. The teller puts
the cash in the envelope and Keith walks out the door. Keith, by the way, never counted his money until he got home, and when he did this time, he saw it was just three thousand bucks, which he says is not enough to pay what he owes the mortgage company. So he makes a really bold decision. He decides to rob another bank that same day, just a few hours later. Was there any concern that you had that robbing the second bank would put you an additional risk if you did it in the same day.
No, Oh, in fact, just the opposite.
What he I'm not sure I follow me?
Meaning if you had never robbed two banks and went on a one day spree. My feeling was that it would be least it's back did to happen. Hmm.
And his planned it gets even bolder. He decides to rob a branch of Bank of America in Saint Peter's, Missouri that he'd already robbed five months prior. So he was going back to the scene of a previous crime. It almost seemed like he was daring them to recognize him. But the crazy part is it works. Keith walks in, does his whole routine, hands the telleran note demanding payment, telling her to empty both drawers, and he walks out
with nearly eleven thousand dollars. Keith nets about fourteen thousand dollars total that day, which is more than enough to cover his mortgage payments, and so cash in hand, he races to his own bank so he can get a cashier's check and pay off his mortgage company in time
so he doesn't lose his house. He arrives at his own bank, not as the booney hat bandit, but as Keith Giamanco, smiling, easygoing single dad of two, all very normal except for the fact that he was carrying a burgundy leather briefcase with fourteen thousand dollars worth of freshly stolen bills. As breezily as he can, Keith explains to the bank teller that he needs a cashier's check. She hesitates,
like she's not sure about this request. Then the teller calls over the bank manager, and now Keith feels a flicker of worry, like, hmmm, this might not be good. The manager looks over the teller's shoulder, studying the computer screen, then lifts her eyes to Keith.
She said, my, it looks like you've been making a lot of cash deposits lately. I needed to think quick with an answer, which was I was gathering money to save our home from foreclosure, which was an honest answer. Now, by omission, there's a lot of dishonesty there.
Correct, Yeah, that you had robbed two banks earlier that day.
Yeah, absolutely, yeah. But the answer itself, on face value was honest, and that's why it came so quickly. Just tell the truth.
In the end, the manager signed off on the whole thing. Keith got his cashier's check, he paid off the mortgage, and headed home, just another day in the Double Life of Keith Giamonco. I was struck by what Keith said, how helpful it was to tell the truth in this moment. Lies in the truth have strange relationship with one another. In order to lie well, you need to adhere to the truth as much as possible, with a kind of rigid discipline. You need to back the lies into the
corners or the gaps. Keith told me that he had an end goal of one hundred and forty thousand dollars and that once he hit this it would be enough to pay off his debts and then he'd quit. Spoken like a true gambler. I'm always skeptical when gamblers tell me this kind of thing. It feels like a line, something you tell yourself to reassure yourself that you have a plan governed by logic and that you are in control.
There's a lot of deception in this story, Keith, he deceived a lot of people through his lies of omission, as he put it, his neighbors, his friends, his kids. But his story kept on reminding me that the most dangerous lies are always the ones we tell ourselves.
Next time.
On Deep Cover, my partner and I at the time, you know, we would go out during different times and just kind of ride the area. That day, I think we were out already when the call came out.
It was an all out onslaught of police cars, helicopters, cars in front of me, cars behind me, blocked in, weapons drawn.
I just was angry at the living of a double life because that's what he was doing. There's the Booney Hat bandit, and there's Keichiumanco.
Deep Cover The Family Man was produced by Isaac Carter and Amy Gains McQuaid. Our show is edited by Karen Chakerjee. Our executive producer is Jacob Smith. Sound design by Jake Gorsky. Original scoring and our theme were composed by Luis Gara. Our show art was designed by Sean Carney, fact checking
by Anica Robbins. Our story consultant was James Foreman Jr. Special thanks to Daphney chen Sonya Gerwit, Morgan Ratner, Kira Posey, Jake Flanagan, Corinn Gilliard Fisher, Eric Sandler, Christina Sullivan, and Greta Cone.
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