Although Angie had met Caco in the flesh twice, she didn’t know if the data dealer was male or female. The description she’d given me of Caco wasn’t much help, either. Average height, average weight. Average features with no distinguishing marks or obvious cyberware. Collar-length, slightly wavy brown hair, brown eyes. Skin tone half way between Euro and Mesoamerind. Neither a flashy dresser nor scruffy. The kind of person who would blend into an Aztlaner crowd and never be given a second glance.