I’d known all along that we’d need help if we were to have any hope at all of getting to Vargas in the ollamaliztli stadium. But that didn’t mean I had to like it. Trusting a complete stranger was hard enough. Trusting a would-be shadowrunner was another thing entirely. So even though I knew it was inevitable, I only reluctantly let Rafael talk me into meeting with Fede, the scalper who’d sold him the tickets for the final game and who claimed to know Tenochtitlán’s court ball stadium inside and out.