Rennick. It’s Alison.”Alison? Oh, of course. Girl from church. Fourteen, I’d guess. Polite. Probably raising money for Habitat or something.“A...ison, honey! How are you doing?”“That’s why I called. You’re a private investigator, right, Ms. Rennick? I need some help.”“Certainly.” Once you snag a client, Babcock says, you’ll get known by word of mouth.“I just had my period, so I didn’t get pregnant, but Mom overheard me and Wesley on the phone. It was accidental intercourse.”I processed that one.. Dennis had already lowered his passenger window so the tint would not obstruct the other driver’s view. He waved. The other driver waved back. Dennis motioned with his right hand for the guy to roll down his window. Dennis was glad to see the brown-haired guy comply with his request. Dennis smiled. The white guy smiled back. Dennis held up his cell phone and pointed at the other driver. The other driver held up his pointer finger. The white guy ended the conversation he was having and then. I was on my way to the lake to try to catch a fish to give away or throw back. I just wanted to stand in the shade and think of nothing but the heat, the water, and the sunshine. I did it for about three hours.After not having seen a fish, either caught by me or anyone near me, I loaded the pocket fisherman back into the storage container and headed back to town. I tried to avoid it but I couldn't keep myself from riding by the office. I didn't go in. I was interested in the smell, so I pulled. As Greg, I wasn't goingon dates with _men_. No way! I still wanted to sleep with Heather.The weirdest experience of the day was PE. Well, not the athletics.Showering with forty naked teenage girls. Greg wanted to look; Brittanydidn't care. It was the last class of the day, and I was much moreBrittany than Greg by then. About 10 girls got to sit out the classbecause of their period; I realized that sometime soon, that would beHeather and me. Greg didn't want to so much as think about it.***Well,.