I decided to approach things on a more practical level. "Where are we?" I asked Soñador. "How far are we from Tenochtitlán?" The capital was our next stop; I had the name of a "data dealer" in that city who would help us track down information on Mama G’s killer. José was supposed to have escorted us there, but now we’d have to make it on our own. At least we had the fake ID he’d prepared for us.