Every day, hundreds of thousands of Malaysians say his name without knowing it. They say it when they give their address. When they call a Grab. When they tell someone where they live. When they describe where the good food is.

One hundred and ten Malaysians. Every community. Every field. Every era.

While Malaysia slept through the holidays, they were digging. Not just digging. Engineering. Planning. Executing one of the most audacious heists this country has ever seen, with a patience and a precision that the police who investigated it afterward described as something straight out of a Hollywood movie.

There is a trapdoor in the floor of a courtroom in the Ipoh High Court. Not a metaphor. Not a legend. An actual trapdoor, set into the courtroom floor, that opens to a staircase that descends below ground level.