Ocean’s Eleven, anyone?
In last week’s edition of the alternative newsweekly the Nashville Scene, one of the feature stories told the tale of an area long-hauler who, in a move somewhat reminiscent of the plot lines of certain Hollywood crook-as-ingenue-type flicks, attempted to sell two big-box casinos a major fix to a security problem. As writer Brantley Hargrove tells it, that long-hauler, Jeff Greer, of Parsons, Tenn., wasn’t any sort of master hacker, though. He simply realized on a long run last year from Vegas to a Jackson, Ala., recycling plant that among his cargo were reams upon reams of records of high- and low-roller customers of the casinos containing potentially compromising information, including many credit card numbers.
divGreer told Hargrove that, once he got a “>yes” answer to a hypothetical question asked of his employer — “If I hauled grass seed, could I take that home and put it on my yard?” — he proceeded on a path toward felony extortion. It’s a dramatic tale, made even more so by the low-tech nature of paper hauling. Read the full story, “Haul-man’s Bluff,” here, complete with FBI agents posing as casino employees and fatal mistakes reeking of the undeniable arrogance of hubris.