A few months after I met Rosalio, when I was back in New York, it was reported in the international press that Miguel Treviño had risen, through slaughter, to become number one in the Zetas. And then, a few months after that, it was reported that Miguel Treviño had been captured by the Mexican police in Nuevo Laredo—almost certainly because they were paid by a rival drug gang to take him out. Nobody doubts that another gangster now controls the routes through Mexico into the United States, and nobody doubts he has a fresh batch of expendable child soldiers to defend him.
