When Harry Booth started stealing at nine, it was to keep a roof over his ailing mother's head and pay her medical bills. At night, in darkness, he'd slip into rich people's empty homes, opening drawers and safes filled with luxuries he could trade for precious cash. When his mother finally succumbed to cancer after a long, valiant battle, he left Chicago - but kept up his nightwork. From leaving a party at a Savannah mansion with a diamond bracelet...