As the Mexican drug cartels have waged war along the border, they have also developed a disciplined approach to managing the press.
The cocaine goes north. The money goes south. And Mexican kingpins like Juan García Abrego laugh all the way to the bank—a Texas bank, that is.
How did a thirty-year-old Mexican man end up dead on the Mexican side of the Rio Grande in Matamoros?
South Padre in the winter.
We’ve found thirty shops just across the Rio Grande where you can buy everything from hand-carved furniture to whimsical walking sticks. The quality is high, the prices are right, and you don't have to pay in pesos.
The disappearance of a University of Texas student in Matamoros led police to the discovery of a drug-dealing cult whose rituals were not only unholy but unthinkable.