As I drove into the town of Santa Ana, I was excited about the opportunities today might bring. My new position in the cartel meant I now had greater respect from the various people I supervised. Many of these people were young women whom I termed ‘Sinaloa Sirens’. They were the wives, fiancées, or long-term girlfriends of traffickers, logistic workers, falcons, and sicarios who worked directly under me. I had now worked...