I didn’t really have time to wonder how Rafael had managed to start the scooter without a key. He hadn’t jimmied any electronics or even touched the keyslot—he’d seemed to get it going by sheer willpower alone. Instead I concentrated on keeping the van in sight. Although most of the crowd was behind us in the plaza, knots of celebrating campesinos staggered through the streets, singing and laughing as children with glitter eggs darted in and out. Even without these obstacles, the scooter was simply too slow to catch up to the larger vehicle. Before much longer the van had pulled out of the town and was rattling its way down a dusty road that led off into the desert. We’d lost our cover.