Stanley Alpert tells of his kidnapping off the street in Greenwich Village by 3 thugs in a car on the eve of his birthday in 1998. Their intent is to use his ATM card and PIN to milk his bank account of his money. Alpert goes through 26 hours sitting on a bed blinfolded in a Brooklyn apartment at the hands of his gun wielding teenaged kidnappers and is miraculously released by them unhurt and with $20 for the cab fare home. Because of his job as a federal prosecutor and the idea that the feds look after their own the perpetrators are quickly rounded up. It is this part of the book that I found myself skimming. The book was described as 'harrowing, often hilarious' which I didn't think it was but quite interesting nevertheless.
