As I let my hand fall from the statue, I saw a small room built against the opposite wall. “What’s in there?”

“Just an office,” said Seb. “There’s a bathroom, too,” he added. “It used to have running water; maybe it still does.”

“Really?” I could hear the relief in my voice. “Can I borrow the candle?”

The black shadows of the bathroom shrank away as I entered with the candle. By some miracle, there was still running water, and even a little toilet paper. A few minutes later, I stood washing my face in the tiny sink as I tried to get the worst of the grime and the smeared eye make-up off. Gazing at my candlelit image, for a second all I could think of was that slumber party game, Bloody Mary. A chill prickled over me. I tried to push it away, drying my hands as best I could on the jacket.

When I returned to the sleeping bag, I found Seb examining the file in the glow of the candlelight. I put my candle with the others, then kicked off my sandals and sat next to him, curling my legs under me as I looked down at the Spanish words. The document he was reading seemed to be an email printout.

“Is there anything there?” I asked.

Seb nodded, rubbing his jaw as he turned a page. “Yes, a lot. We’ve got what Alex wanted, and there’s more too – floor plans, information about the reception. Even the code for the stairwell door.” He closed the file and put it to one side. “Your instincts were very good, querida.”

I held back a shiver as I remembered the church office – the banging noise that I’d completely disregarded. “So were yours, to get us out of there in time.”

Seb looked down, and I knew he didn’t want to think about the cathedral any more than I did. His hand tightened to a fist, tapping against the sleeping bag. “Willow, I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “When we met that man in the marketplace—” He broke off; I could sense his turmoil. “I haven’t let anyone get to me like that in so long. I should have just gotten both of us away from there—”

“Seb, no, stop,” I said, touching his arm. “I know how hard it is for you, being back here. I could feel it, every step of the way.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said shortly. “I should have better control than to almost get in a fight with some cabrón who means nothing – especially when I’m taking you through Tepito.”

I shifted on the sleeping bag, watching him. “So...what did he say?”