Yet appearances can be deceiving. The priest we’d seen in the village had been escorted by some of the most hard-hooped security fraggers I’d ever seen, yet the one who had summoned and bound the spirit on top of the ruined teocalli had no security escort whatsoever—Rafael and I would have been the ones waiting for MedíCarro body bags, if he had. It suggested that the priest had not been on official business that night.