He was utterly calm, a witness remembered, almost eerily so.
For all the confusion, the flashing lights and all the noise of crackling radios, the cops and FBI agents, huddled behind their cruisers, guns in hand, there was almost a kind of silence that swirled like fog in the vast parking lot a stone's throw from the PNC Bank branch in
Within minutes of the holdup, police had surrounded his car, ordered him out of it, and then handcuffed him, only to retreat to a safe distance and leave him there, handcuffed on the pavement, after he revealed his deadly secret.
The quiet seemed to seep from Wells as he stood there surrounded by police. He pulled down the collar of his Guess? T-shirt, and for the first time, the unnerved cops could see it -- a cunningly constructed metal collar and three rings, like half a handcuff. Wells also carried what authorities recognized as a bomb.
"It's going to go off," Wells quietly told the assembled cops. "It's going to go off in a couple of minutes."