A bust at gunpoint and an armed search at sunset

This bust was the climax of a bigtime smuggling case that began with an informer's tip: a quantity of marijuana was due to come across the Rio Grande at Laredo. Two nights later, agents hidden on the bank watched as several sacks were floated across in a raft made from two welded car hoods, then loaded into a car. They followed the car 150 miles to San Antonio where the driver turned it over to a buyer outside a supermarket. The buyer spotted the agents and sped off. At 50 mph the agents drew alongside (above), stopped him at gunpoint and clamped on the handcuffs (below). In the trunk of the car (right) they found $157,000 worth of pure Acapulco Gold.

At sunset, customs agents, armed with shotguns, scour the darkening waters of Falcon Lake, Texas—a favorite border crossing point for smugglers.

The recent easing of Operation Intercept, after pressure from the Mexican government, was only a shift in emphasis. Hundreds of extra customs agents are still stationed along the border, but they are intent now on the bigtime professional smugglers instead of tourists. At the same time the U.S., in an attempt to stop drug traffic at its source, is making available to Mexico an undisclosed amount of equipment-aircraft, devices that "smell" marijuana and opiate crops in the fields, and, reportedly, napalm—along with American "advisory personnel." On the U.S. side of the 1,933-mile border customs agents have mobilized Air Force radar units, sensor gadgets, small aircraft on 24-hour alert, Navy and Coast Guard cutters and even a speed boat seized during an arms run to Cuba. A favorite smuggling technique is to bury the marijuana among the catch on shrimp boats, then deep-freeze it along with the shrimp for shipment to U.S. cities by refrigerated trucks.
    The territory south of the border is chopped into fiefdoms by the families who, for a set price per pound, get the drugs into the U.S. The family heads, known by such names as "The Coyote," "The Possum," "The Painter" and "Martha," guard their domains jealously. The same families have offered murder contracts of up to $5,000 on certain agents and their informers. One agent today drives a souped-up Dodge formerly owned by an assassination squad sent to fulfill a contract. The agents get there first.
    Occasionally agents persuade the "mule" (the man who drives drugs into the U.S.) to finger his buyer. Then the agent hides in the trunk of the car, with the goods, while the mule makes his delivery. Recently, one agent rode all the way to Pueblo, Colo., then leaped out with a sawed-off shotgun when the buyer opened the trunk.
    Agents depend heavily on informers—their "snitch" or "little finger"—who ply a dangerous, $100-a-squeal trade. Six were slain gangland-style in Tijuana last year. One informer recently called an agent to finger half an ounce of heroin that was coming across the bridge hidden in the air filter of a car. When inspectors searched the filter they found a note inside, carefully addressed to the agent by name. "Dear Mr. Kilman," it read. "You have just lost your little finger."

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