"Not good enough," I said. "Izamal is under curfew and there’s an Azzie military operation going down tonight. There’s no way we’d be allowed to move around freely on our own. But Vargas obviously expected to be able to do so. He needed to reach the Sanctuary of the Virgin before dawn. He must have made arrangements to get there. If he were alive, he’d be our ticket through town. But he’s dead. And that means that one of us has got to play the part of the priest. One of us has to . . ."