While Rafael composed himself and tucked his gun back in his boot, I took a good long look at Caco. Angie was right—it was hard to tell what gender the data dealer was. Caco’s features were angular enough to be male, but there was no hint of stubble or an Adam’s apple. The wrists were slim and the hands delicate, but the arms that emerged from the loose-fitting shirt were muscular enough to be those of a man. I couldn’t see any hint of breasts, but then I’ve known a number of athletic women who had equally boyish figures. And the wavy brown hair and long dark lashes are as common among Hispanic men as women.