It was 1975.

In the Dixie mafia South, Frank Looper was a dangerous man because he was an honest cop.

When I got the call, I almost dropped the phone.

We got a phone call.

Looper's been shot.

A couple hours later, we heard he was dead.

In a state under the siege of one of history's most successful bank robbery gangs.

But he said, I think I probably stole around $8 million.

In a southern city plagued by police corruption, drugs and guns.

Stuff was going crazy.

And the arts were crazy.

City cops, crazy, county cops. Drug act, everybody was running crazy back then.

Drug cop, Lieutenant Frank Looper, knew too much.

From the very start, all the talk was, it was an inside job.

He was aware of something terribly wrong that was getting ready to be made public.

Investigators said the murders, a father and son killed execution style in their garage, was just a midday

robbery gone bad.

Shot behind the left ear about an inch from the earlaid.

And them to say it was a robbery murder case

did not add up at all.

A jury sent a man to death row, a man who said he was innocent.

The fear that they're actually going to kill you,

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