I felt sorry for Teresa. If Rafael held true to form, he’d flirt with her while we were here in Aztlan, then forget all about her as soon as he got back to Seattle. And here she was, sharing her confidences with him. She’d already entrusted us with the knowledge that she was a courier for the Cristeros, and now she was telling Rafael about some secret meeting the group was about to hold. I could only suppose that the girl—who had started her life as a jaguar—wasn’t used to human deception. Otherwise she’d have known to keep things like that to herself.