Rafael’s face was purple with anger. For a heartbeat or two, I though that lead was about to fly. Then a kid’s voice on the street outside bleated a warning: " Los polis! Chill!" And all of the guns disappeared. Rafael had the presence of mind to hide his own gun behind his back and reach for his pulque instead as a heavily armored Aztechnology Corporate Security patrol car rumbled past in the street outside, its surveillance cameras sweeping the street. Then he shrugged and crossed the pulquería to sit with Caco and me.