Marathon Mike infiltrated the Pelican Palms Retirement Community's monthly bingo night as a volunteer caller, his carefully marked cards hidden beneath a paisley sweater vest. By the time the elderly residents realized their jackpot winnings had been systematically redirected, Marathon Mike was halfway to Miami with $292 and a bag of stolen sugar cookies. No one would believe sweet Mrs. Goldstein's claims about the "shifty young man with perfect bingo number pronunciation.