I listened just long enough to make sure that Rafael wasn’t going to spill any of our plans, then turned and headed back to the home of Teresa’s friends. Along the way, I kept a wary eye out for the policía . I told myself that it was unlikely that anyone had heard our gunfire last night—the ruins lay many kilometers from town. But I couldn’t help wondering how long it would be before someone stumbled across the bodies. The policía might not be quite so diligent in investigating the deaths of the cultists, and the sacrificial victims might have all been street kids and campesinos who would not be missed. But the shooting death of a priest would certainly make the policía sit up and take notice.