PARTY GIRL MADE MOCKERY OF THE U.S. WAR ON DRUGS

FORT WORTH, Texas -- The colonel's wife loves cocaine.

You can hear it in her voice -- part party girl, part drama queen -- as she
recounts the time she bought a one-pound brick of the pure stuff.

After snorting two lines, Laurie Hiett says, "I'm like, 'Oh my God, I am so
wired.' . . . It was this beautiful thing, you know?"

Her escapade wouldn't mean much if she were just another coke addict.

But Hiett sampled her brick inside the women's restroom of the fortresslike
U.S. embassy in Bogota, Colombia, where her husband, Col. James Hiett, was
in charge of the Army's high-stakes antidrug operation.

Two years later, Laurie Hiett, 37, is in a federal prison, serving 5 years
for a cocaine and heroin smuggling scheme so amateurish that investigators
found her name on shipping records.

Her husband will begin a 5-month prison term in January for joining his
wife on a drug-money spending spree.

Aside from ruining Hiett's spotless 24-year military career, the case
embarrassed the Pentagon at a time when the White House was pitching a
billion-dollar plan to back Colombian forces battling cocaine and heroin
producers.

James Hiett, 48, has declined to talk to reporters while he waits to see if
the Army will let him quietly retire. But court documents and a prison
interview with his wife reveal a story mixing romantic tragedy with
international scandal.

Laurie Hiett said her husband felt his last shred of honor stripped away
when a federal judge in Brooklyn sentenced him to jail last month.
Prosecutors had predicted he would get probation, if only so he could care
for the couple's two young sons.

After the sentencing, the colonel told his wife, he pulled his car into a
rest stop and spent the night there, contemplating suicide.

"My husband hasn't done anything wrong in his life," Laurie Hiett said in
the visiting room in a women's prison on a former Air Force base in Fort
Worth, Texas. As she spoke, she showed flashes of the vivaciousness that
had charmed an older man into giving her the same devotion he once only
gave the military.

Free Spirit and the Military: The femme fatale of the War on Drugs was a
single woman living with her parents when she met James Hiett in the late
1980s.

The daughter of a Panamanian mother and an American engineer, she worked as
a secretary in the Canal Zone. Into her life walked a career military
officer, newly assigned to the U.S. Southern Command and friendly enough to
help her fix a broken printer.

"He was so sweet," she said. "And he had his life together."

At the time the pair married in 1989, Laurie Hiett had experimented with
drugs and alcohol, but not to excess. Still, compared with her by-the-book
husband, she was a free spirit, not cut out for the role of military wife.

"I had to cook -- I didn't know how to cook. I had to entertain -- I didn't
know how to entertain," she said. "I never fit in."

During Col. Hiett's tours in Fayetteville, N.C., and Panama in the early
1990s, his impulsive spouse found comfort in a fast crowd and hard drugs.
Her partying, once confined to weekends, spiraled out of control.

As time passed, she also battled manic-depression -- "Believe me, I'm
mostly manic" -- and was prescribed medications including lithium, but
wasn't always good about taking them.

In Fayetteville, she taught high school Spanish by day and snorted away her
salary by night.

Embarrassed, the officer stopped including his wife in military social
events. But they never discussed her dirty little secret until 1995, when
she told him she wanted to enter rehab.

"If it's going to help you, I don't care," she recalls him saying. "So,
high as a kite, I checked myself in."

Laurie Hiett stayed clean for a few months, but her problem resurfaced. So
did their domestic don't-ask-don't-tell policy.

In the spring of 1998, amid the mad mix of self-destruction and denial, the
Army promoted Col. Hiett to chief of the Colombia operation.

Bogota Is a Bad Idea: Even the colonel's wife knew Bogota was a bad idea.

"This is the ironic thing," she said. "I tried so hard not to go."

The Pentagon assigned Col. Hiett to supervise the more than 150 U.S. troops
training local forces to combat Colombian drug lords. After he asked for
permission to take his wife and children along, an Army medical technician
reviewed his wife's medical records as part of a routine screening process.

The government says the technician alerted superiors to her history of
mental problems and, because of privacy rules, nothing else. Those rules
prohibited the superiors from seeing the medical records themselves.

Laurie Hiett's attorney, Paul Lazarus, asserts that the current U.S.
ambassador to Nicaragua, Oliver Garza, then a diplomat in Bogota, saw
paperwork revealing her appetite for drugs. The lawyer also claims that
Garza told Army brass he opposed letting her live in the country that
supplies 80 percent of the world's cocaine.

In court papers, prosecutors insisted that "relevant Army officials were
unaware of the defendant's drug problem." They pointed out that in lobbying
to take his wife to Colombia, Col. Hiett never mentioned her addiction.

At home, she pressed her husband to let her and the boys remain in Texas.
He changed her mind by showing her Bogota.

"I had cars, I had security, I was going to these beautiful parties,
beautiful places for dinner . . . I mean, I was like a queen," she said,
snapping her fingers. "So then I was like, 'Oh yeah, I'm here.' "

Moving to Colombia in the summer of 1998, Laurie Hiett suppressed her dark
side -- for a time. But the colonel often was away fighting the drug war,
inviting trouble at home.

"I was bored," Laurie Hiett said. "It seemed like I was by myself all the
time."

So she found a companion: a charming embassy employee named Jorge Ayala, a
Colombian assigned to be her driver. One day, Hiett asked Ayala to take her
to a bar in La Zona Rosa, a red-light district declared off-limits to
embassy personnel.

There, she asked him: "I was just wondering if you could get me some cocaine?"

"Of course," she remembers him replying.

She expected a gram, but an hour later, she was sitting in her Ford
Explorer holding a brown-paper package the size of a videocassette.

"Oh, my God," she said. "Jorge, what is this?"

A few minutes later, she was sneaking a small chunk of the pure coke into
the bathroom of an embassy crawling with Marines and Drug Enforcement
Administration agents.

The supply was so vast that it even spooked the addict, who thought about
flushing it away. Instead, she decided to deliver it to her old drug
buddies on a visit to the United States with her husband.

She carried the drugs in a carryon bag. Her diplomatic credentials provided
cover.

"I go through about four security check points in Colombia, and the ones in
Miami and make it all the way through with an open pound of cocaine in my
overnight bag," she marveled.

An all-night binge with her friends, she thought, would be her last; but
once back in Bogota, she told Jorge she needed more. He realized she had
taken the brick on her trip.

"He said, 'I knew you did it! I knew you did it!,' " she said. "Now I have
a business idea for you.' "

Amateur Pipeline: The plot was hatched in the spring of last year in a
restaurant in La Zona Rosa.

At a table were Laurie Hiett, Ayala and a friend of his who had flown down
from Queens, Hernan Arcila. They agreed Ayala would buy the drugs in
Colombia, Laurie Hiett would ship them from the embassy and Arcila would
receive the packages for New York City dealers.

On April 13, 1999, Laurie Hiett walked into the embassy post office with a
small package wrapped in brown paper. She filled out a customs declaration
identifying the contents as a T-shirt, candy, coffee -- whatever popped
into her head. She was too wired on drugs to be nervous that she was really
mailing 2 1/2 pounds of cocaine.

Over the next six weeks, Hiett shipped five more packages. In all, 15
pounds of cocaine and heroin made it to New York, where it had a street
value of about a half-million dollars.

How much the conspirators made is unclear, although court papers show
Laurie Hiett received at least $25,000. For a couple drowning in debt
created by her free-spending ways, the easy money was another narcotic.

Laurie Hiett flew to New York City twice in the spring of 1999 to collect
her share from Arcila, stashing bundles of cash in her luggage. Records
show that after her trips, the colonel bought nearly $13,000 in money
orders made out to a dentist, five credit card companies and other
creditors. She claims he was too busy and trusting to pin her down on where
the money came from.

A random search of incoming Bogota parcels by Customs agents on May 23,
1999, in Miami would end the insanity.

Layers of Lies: By the time the Army Criminal Investigation Division
summoned Laurie Hiett in June, the case against her was overwhelming.

Questioned separately, Col. Hiett denied knowing what his wife was up to.
In private, he finally demanded some answers.

"Laurie, I need you to look at me in the eye," he began, as she describes
the moment. "Did you ever send a package to New York?' "

"Yes I did. But I didn't know what was in it."

"OK, Laurie, I believe you."

Laurie Hiett surrendered to federal authorities in Brooklyn in August. By
then, her husband had requested a transfer that landed him in a desk job at
Fort Monroe, Va.

Though Hiett pleaded innocent to drug conspiracy charges, she soon agreed
to tell prosecutors what she knew in a bid to avoid a 10-year prison term.
She regrets that her words were used against her husband.

Shortly after the couple learned they were under investigation, she
admitted, her husband joined her on a trip to Florida carrying $11,000 in
cash. By then, there was no denying it was drug money, but the colonel used
it anyway on hotel and credit card bills, and to deposit in bank accounts.
This was, he admitted later, an attempt to launder the cash.

Hiett told a judge at sentencing in May that if she had known her exploits
"were going to destroy my husband, I would have never done it. . . . I'm
ashamed and devastated."

Laurie Is Back: Hiett tries to comfort her sons, ages 12 and 8, by telling
them their family "is on an adventure." The boys will live with an uncle
once their father goes away.

And the marriage?

The couple left court holding hands when Col. Hiett pleaded guilty in
April. She said she wants to spend the rest of her life with the man who
always knew "exactly how to hold me and rock me" whenever drugs left her
drowning in despair.

In one of those moments, she recalled, "I said, 'Where's Laurie? Where's
Laurie?' And he said, 'Laurie's in there somewhere, and one day she'll be
back.' "

"Here, I'm back," she said, "and I'm in jail."