Devian used the same modus operandi every time. He would select his victim carefully and then, as she left the restaurant, his accomplice, a Javanese man whom he paid a pittance, would aim his motor scooter at her and accelerate. At the last minute he would swerve to the right, always the right, while Devian grabbed the victim and turned her around so that she was looking into his eyes. Most women wouldn’t be able to resist his blue eyes and Southern American accent, or the carefully rehearsed line he always used with every victim. “Don’t let the beauty of…