Caco was dressed in plain jeans and a white shirt that smelled faintly of men’s cologne, and so I slotted the data dealer as "him" in my mind. But dress Caco up in a skirt and pumps and I’d just as easily have used the pronoun "her." Either way, the data dealer had the sort of face that would blend into any Aztlaner crowd. Even a trained observer like myself would be hard pressed to provide a description the policía could use to pick Caco out in a lineup.