"Think about it, Raf," I urged. "José knew we were headed for Tenochtitlán. Even if he didn’t know why we wanted to sneak into Aztlan, he knew that we wanted to get in without anyone knowing, and that Rosalita Ramirez was your grandmother. If those two facts reached Vargas’ ears, he’d put one and one together and realize that we were coming after him. He’d try to eliminate us. And that attack in the pulquería stank of the Azzie priesthood. And of Vargas, specifically."