One agent went by the nick name Hound Trace. Notbecause he was a hybrid dog or something, but because he was sorelentless in tracking people. The othe... agent was called Slick Smoothby his colleagues, because he could talk money out of Ebenezer Scrooge.Agent Hound Trace had a brother inside the service and he had heardfrom his brother about the fighting and kidnap of a high school girl inAlabama. The story was that she was a powerful converter who had beenattacked by unknowns before. Hound's. The best thing I could do to maximize my studying would be to find out what was going on with Jeff.Since I couldn't manage to contact him, I tried the next best thing, someone I thought of as a friend - his Mother. I tracked her down Thursday morning at the U of P. I started calling a little before 8:00 so I wouldn't have to wait to talk to her until her classes were finished. She got in around quarter to nine."What's wrong, Ashley?" Nothing. It's, I just wanted to talk." You don't sound like. She didn't call out a greeting, as that was all part of the fun for Marcus. She pretended to be busy cuddling her Teddy Bear and awaited being "surprised".As Marcus entered Estelle's bedroom, she looked up in mock surprise, just as she was taking a long, deep drag on her cigarette."What the fuck do you think you are doing little lady?" Marcus shouted."Nothing, Daddy." Estelle replied demurely."Nothing? Nothing?" Marcus demanded. "You look like a cheap fucking whore and you are smoking," he. .. what are we betting on here anyway?" Ah dad? For one ... we're not betting. And two? You don't want to be making any bets with Bella ... trust me, you'll lose." Not always," mom suddenly spoke grinning ... blushing as she said that. "I happen to recall one certain bet she made that she did lose."Recalling it myself now, I smiled. "Maybe, but Bella has a way of winning, even when she supposedly loses," I offered, which made Bella smile, winking at me when I said that. "Like I said..." I added.