nothing ... no one was that good ... except maybe ... the hair on the back of bobbys head stood up ... a covert operative ... could it be ... maybe his friend was right ... he didnt want to know ... but it was too late now ... he did know ... and apparently someone also knew that he might have learned a secret ... he would have to be very careful from now on ... no chances ... as the brood ducked back down the alley , covering the boss , he was thinking about roger ... wat did he git me inta ... hafta call de brahdah ... let um know he owe me ... ...