She wasn’t. She passed me by without so much as a blink of her cybereye. Heaving a sigh of relief, I strode through the bus terminal. It looked as though Rafael and I were going to the final game of the ollamaliztli nationals, after all. That was where everything would come together. If the cultists really were going to try to kidnap the winning team’s captain that night, it just might prove enough of a distraction for Rafael and I to get to the priest Domingo Vargas and haul him off somewhere, where we could question him.