"It follows a twisted kind of logic, Raf," I said, thinking out loud. "José was probably working for both the AFL and the priest of Quetzalcóatl. If he was ever a member of the AFL at all, that is. The priest probably figured we’d be a thorn in the side of Vargas, and instructed him to get us into Aztlan. Later José fell into Vargas’ hands, and paid the price for being an acolyte of a rival bacab .