Peter Edwards - The Wolfpack: The Millennial Mobsters Who Brought Chaos and the Cartels to the Canadian Underworld

My relationship with Juan Carlos began through his attraction to my close friend. As the new kid in our town, he approached me looking for a wingman to help set them up. Eventually I agreed and began organizing quick trips after class or during recess to a Mexican fast-food place near our high school. I invited Juan Carlos to join us under the pretext of helping him get to know his new peers. Despite his efforts, his romantic endeavours with my friend failed. I asked her why she had rejected him. She replied, in a sombre tone, Theres something in his eyes that doesnt seem right.

Juan Carlos was a quiet, discreet, slim guy with a big moustache and cowboy boots who enrolled in our school just to complete his final year. He had moved from Guadalajara to our smaller town, nearly six hundred kilometres away. Guadalajara was then, in the late eighties, home to the notorious group led by Mexicos original Padrino (Godfather), Miguel ngel Flix Gallardo. In his seventies today, Gallardo is a historic figure in the world of global drug trafficking. He transformed transnational organized crime by assigning territories across the country to distinct cocaine trafficking groups later self-identified as the Gulf, Jurez, Tijuana and Sinaloa cartels. Protected by corrupt authorities, Gallardos own Guadalajara Cartel operated as an umbrella for smaller groups that worked mostly within the Golden Triangle, a mountainous area located between the states of Durango, Sinaloa and Chihuahua, towards the countrys northwest. Because of its altitude, weather and access to the US border and the Pacific Ocean, the region is ideal for harvesting marijuana and heroin and then smuggling it north into the worlds largest illicit drug market. One of the organizations doing this work, and doing it under the protection of the Guadalajara Cartel, was led by the father of my new classmate.

As the school year continued, Juan Carlos revealed more about himself. He was the first person I had ever met with a connection to the drug trade. That said, he never offered me or any other students marijuana joints, heroin balls or carefully folded packages of cocaine. As I look back to 1988, it was clear Juan Carlos had learned to be careful. He was being groomed to inherit his fathers place as the leader of a drug trafficking organization.

One day that spring, classes finished early and Juan Carlos surprised some friends and me with an invitation to spend the day at his familys place in the suburbs. The place was a farm with a spacious two-bedroom house, a separate bungalow and a barn located in a semi-rural area outside of the city. The property was well known in the community because it was enclosed by walls as tall as any other house in the area and was often visited by small groups of brand-new pickup trucks with tinted windows. Word on the street was that the house was owned by someone influential, either a politician or a drug lord, who enjoyed throwing parties that frequently extended for days and included beautiful women and famous musicians, all hired to perform.

Minutes after we arrived at the property, our host left in his white Ford pickup. About thirty minutes later, he returned with beer, ice and chipsand lots of them. That was the first of many partiesall-inclusive onesthat Juan Carlos threw for his classmates, and they quickly turned him into the most popular guy in school. He seemed to enjoy his new status, despite the quiet, calm personality that he maintained even after drinking a few beers. I dont remember ever seeing him drunk, even as the parties raged around him.

Perhaps because our relationship had begun before his surge in popularity, and because my family made sure I wasnt a partier like most of our classmates, my friendship with Juan Carlos matured in trust. That gave me a chance to know who he really was, and to confirm what my friend had meant when shed said something about his eyes didnt seem right.

Do you like guns? Juan Carlos asked me one day as we were driving across town in his pickup.