The troll pulled out a pack of matches bearing the Deportista Virtual name and address and passed them back to us with one hand as he cut across three lanes of traffic and zoomed up yet another autoroute on ramp. He half-turned to continue his sales pitch, then suddenly yanked the wheel hard over, narrowly missing a heavily armored vehicle painted a dull matte black. I had a much closer look than I liked of the Aztechnology Corporate Security logo—a stylized, snarling jaguar face—and then we fell behind the patrol car as Hector jammed on the brakes. Rafael and I were thrown forward against our seatbelts.