I scrambled in that direction just as the blood-mist spirit ghosted into the storeroom, flowing in around the curtain and then assuming humanoid form once more. Outside in the pulquería, all was quiet. The gangers were either dead or had escaped. I heard the wail of a policía patrol car, then gunfire, and was thankful I hadn’t run out into the street. Assuming I survived my run-in with the blood spirit, the last thing I wanted was to be face to face with an Aztechnology Corporate Security guard, a smoking Beretta in my hand.