I could sense Rafael bristling with frustration. Like me, he hates to be told he can’t do something. But I had the sense to see that Caco was right. I knew enough about the Path of the Sun, thanks to the documentary that Angie had scrounged up, to realize that Aztlaner temples were off-limits to the general public. Only priests—and victorious ball players, I supposed—would be allowed inside the teocalli that adjoined the ball court. Just trying to penetrate the security that would be in place at the ball court itself during the national ollamaliztli finals would be hard enough, let alone trying to enter the teocalli . Trying to sneak into the temple would be equivalent to lying on an altar and handing the ACS guards the sacrificial blade. Suicidal, without a doubt.