I needed the advice of an expert. Someone I could trust—who had no links to Aztlan or its priesthood. If the cultists tracked me down through any contacts I made, they’d retaliate with lethal force. Of that I could be certain. And I had no way of recognizing the cultists before they struck—they could be anyone. All they had to do was hide the brand marks on their arms, casually stroll up to me in a crowd, and .. .