"Please don't shoot me again", would be the most horrific words to hear anyone say. These were Sgt. Mike Crowe's words as he was being gunned down by one of his subordinates at the South Border Narcotics Taskforce office in Yuma, Arizona on July 4, 1995. Mike wouldn't be the only victim that night; the night Deputy Jack Hudson was planning his burglary at the taskforce in furtherance of his undercover plan to do his big case. Lt. Dan Elkins and Evidence Custodian Jim Ehrhart would also be looking down the barrel of the meth fueled deputy's gun. All three lawmen walked in on the deputy as he was ransacking the taskforce to steal evidence in furtherance of taking down a local motorcycle gang. The deputy had become a junkie with a badge. What happened to this rising star - a former Eagle Scout, a 17-year U.S. Marine, number one in his academy class, Rookie of the Year? How could he fall so far from grace in only two years on the job? Once the structured environment of this phenom, who once operated under accountability, stricter rules, procedures, and uniforms, was gone, his life devolved into a drug dependent, murderous rampage.