Angie, my usual contact, had tried to scare up some data. She hadn’t gotten much more than I already knew: Domingo Vargas, age forty-seven, consular official with the Aztlan diplomatic corps. Priest of the Path of the Sun—the Aztlaner state religion—who had dedicated himself to Xipe Totec, god of spring and renewal. Currently serving as a bacab —some sort of priestly title—at the Temple of the Sun in Tenochtitlán. That temple had not one, but four high priests, a system based on the fact that the ancient Azzies thought of the world as having four directions, each associated with a different color, and each assigned to a different god.