That piece of information alone would've been enough to warrant a closer look, but Klair upped the suspicion ante by investing in a very specific set of vanity license plates for her Yukon. What did they read, you ask? "SMUGLER." We assume the only reason the plates weren't more incriminating is because there wasn't enough space to include "DRUG."
Police followed Klair's clearly-labeled drug mobile to a hotel called (no shit) The Smuggler's Inn, which boasts rooms named after infamous criminals like Al Capone and DB Cooper. The hotel's owners put a pirate on their sign, but come on -- the hotel is on the northern border of Washington state. We know exactly why you named it "The Smuggler's Inn," and it wasn't because you're super into pirates.
"And I would have gotten away with it, if it weren't for -- actually, this was never going to work."
Klair told police that a man named Gurjit Singh Sandhu told her he would pay her $4,000 plus expenses to drive into the U.S., collect nine bricks of Colombian brain dust from a Pizza Hut, and leave said bricks outside her bedroom door. Klair pleaded guilty to conspiracy, possession of cocaine with intent to distribute, and failure to understand situational irony.
Slow smugglers, indeed.