Had there been no other serious injuries, only one of us could have gotten into the teocalli as a corazón runner. And that someone would have been me. As a former police officer, I stood the best chance of impersonating an ambulance attendant. I’d dealt with enough emergency cases in my time with the Star. But it looked as though the gods and the spirits were smiling upon us. Three injuries, back-to-back, were exactly what we needed. At the same time I felt a pang of guilt. Our plan depended on the pain and suffering of others. But then I told myself that the injuries would have occurred anyhow, whether or not we’d been present at the ollamaliztli finals.