Ash Kelley

Yeah.

So he spoke with an elderly man who said that he was the caretaker.

And the man did seem to be tending to the animals that day.

So he was like, maybe you are a caretaker.

And he's like, well, what the fuck?

The man said his name was Domingo, but he said he didn't know who owned the ranch.

He just showed up every day to do his job, and he didn't ask questions.

I mean, hey, I don't blame him.

Yeah.

So Morales could tell the man was lying to him.

He was like, I definitely think he knew more than he was letting on, but he also didn't want to blow his cover, so he didn't push.

Also, his job that afternoon was to keep the caretaker busy while his partner poked around the property trying to stay out of sight.

This is...

This is scary.

This is terrifying.

But a lot of police work happening here.

Yeah, and really good police work.

So as the other agent crept around the property, he spotted what looked like a brand new Chevy Suburban, which was not exactly the type one would expect to find on a farm in the middle of nowhere.

Probably not.

Now, peering into the back of the car, he could see a layer of dark dust covering almost the entire backseat, which he immediately recognized as the resin dust that shakes off of dried marijuana plants.