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choice: As I collapse onto the bed, I hear El Chapo's convoy drive away into thenight jungle. Not two hours later, we are abruptly awakened by Alonzo. he says.The dirt tracks of the jungle are difficult to navigate when monsoon rainssaturate them. We'd have to beat the rain to the tarmac road. At daybreak, wejust make it to pavement as the ocean falls from the sky and great bolts oflightning illuminate the inside of our vehicle like flash-bang grenades. Alonzoasks Kate to drive. She jumps at the chance to break the monotony, and takes thewheel like a trouper. Meanwhile, El Alto hops into the open flatbed, his sleep-starved brain so hungry for oxygen that he's oblivious to the pouring rain. Inthe backseat, Alonzo whispers to me that there are multiple military checkpointsalong these roads, and they tend to wave by vehicles driven by women. In thiscase, the rain falls hard enough that soldiers have abandoned their posts forcover. Mercifully, we are stopped by no one. Rather than risk being vaporized ina small aircraft by a lightning storm, we opted for the eight-hour drive back tothe city where we'd started. Espinoza reclines in the passenger seat to rest hisback. By the time we hit the city, the weather has cleared. We shower in therooms we'd booked. Twenty minutes later, Kate, Espinoza and I, along withAlonzo, get into two taxicabs and head to the airport. El Alto, who'd spent histwo hours' sleep the night before on a firm couch a full foot shorter than he,then waterlogged himself in the flatbed, elects to stay behind in the comfort ofthe hotel bed for the night and leave the following day. Alonzo heads to MexicoCity. Espinoza to Europe. So Kate and I board the charter back to Los Angeles.Our heads are spinning. Had we really just been where we were? With whom we'dbeen? It seemed such a strange dream. Somehow, with all the planning and thetravel, I still hadn't believed that we'd actually gotten to El Chapo. I'dimagined us arriving to a gentle apology, that for some unexplained securityreason the visit could not take place, and we'd be going home to Los Angelesempty-handed. But that's not what happened. When we land back on home turf, Kateand I part ways. I am picked up by a car service. In the backseat, my L.A.-basedassistant had left a manila envelope with my cellphone in it. I turn on thephone to the explosion of a two-day backlog of e-mails and text messages.Ignoring them, I hit my browser for updates. What I didn't know, and what wasnot yet being reported, was that from the time theweather cleared, a military siege on Sinaloa was imminent. Evidently, El Chapoand his men, after leaving us the night before, had skirted through the jungleback to a ranch property. According to media reports that didn't come until days
later, a cellphone among his crew had been tracked. From the time the militaryand the DEA moved in on them, the reports of what happened are conflicted. Asource familiar with the cartel informed me on October 3rd that the initial

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El Chapo, Drug cartel, Sinaloa Cartel

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