““He jolted, maybe because he’d just heard the voice of a rare female; or because I was strolling around outside the cages. “Indiana.” Still? Damn it! “Who runs this place?” Overhearing our hushed exchange, a burly guy with a bandana over his head turned toward me and said, “Solomón, the leader of the Skins.” “Skins?” Pops said, “Those are Sol’s fanatical followers.” Bandana added, “They consider us the Shirts.” Shirts and Skins. As in football? Who makes up this shit?””
