I suspected that Vargas had been in league with the cultists who had come as missionaries to Mama G’s door. In his capacity as an Azzie diplomat, he could have facilitated their travel visas to Seattle. And it was just a little too coincidental that he had been posted as a consular official to the same city, two weeks before the pair’s arrival. It would also explain how he had known where to find them—he may even have set up a meeting with them at Charles Royer Station. Whatever they had learned from Mama G, only Vargas had taken it back to Aztlan with him.