Inside Majorca’s ‘drive-thru’ drug supermarket where toddlers dish out cocaine – just minutes from Brit tourist hotspot

SAT on his wooden throne like a sun-scorched sentry guarding the wasteland beyond, a guard catches my eye and lazily points to a tiny hut. I swing the car towards it and pull to a halt. The man, his face shaded by a battered straw hat beneath the blistering Spanish sun, strides towards my window....