From: The New York Times
By ALAN FEUER
One day in January 2007, the disgruntled ex-girlfriend of a Queens pot dealer walked unprompted into the district office of the Drug Enforcement Administration on Long Island. Sitting down with an agent, she bitterly gave vent: Her former boyfriend, the father of her child, was selling weed.
As a rule, the drug agency isn’t in the business of settling romantic scores, but the woman, who had shown up with her child in tow, was adamant that her onetime lover was a major player in the city’s wholesale marijuana trade. A group of federal agents started looking into the man.
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The reservation, which sits along the border of New York State and Canada, was a perfect corridor for shipping drugs to American buyers, and the Native residents who worked with Mr. Paisse had long experience in moving contraband, like firearms and cigarettes, through its skein of private docks. One of the Natives who took part, Kenneth Cree, lived in an immense house studded with surveillance cameras.
