Akasha told his cousin not to talk to the cops—not knowing she already had—and promised to pay for her lawyer. Homeland Security, court documents would later show, had first learned the name Shimshai in a tip shared with the agency in 2017. For the department, an upstart DMT dealer was less of a priority than the dark web’s purveyors of cocaine, fentanyl, and heroin. Agents had dug through Akasha’s trash and found Shimshai’s trademark DMT packaging, the logo of a head with a rainbow pouring out of it. He looked over to the couch and considered the two long, flat safes under it: One was full of money.