Mother courage

IT’S loved for its funny sombreros and industrial strength tequila and known for the playboy playgrounds of Acapulco, Tijuana and Monterrey — and the honeymoon honeypot of Cancun — but there is something utterly rotten down Mexico way.
There can be few people as perilously familiar with the darkness at the heart of the Mexican state as the 41-year-old year-old journalist — and mother of two — who has chronicled the blood-drenched history of her country’s narcotics industry in gruesomely forensic detail.