<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>Finding gloves was more than easy enough, but it did take time.  The phone stopped calling on three rings, then started ringing once more, evading the voice mail.  Inside the purse, a check for $1000 had already been made out in Alan's name, although there was a few hundred in cash as well.<br/><br/>The voice on the other end was a teenage girl that Alan wouldn't recognize.  She sounded tired, a little frantic, but also doing her best to sound confident and unafraid.  It wasn't very convincing.  "Hello, younger brother," she said, even though she almost certainly couldn't be more than a year older than he.  "I'm sorry, this is the only number where I knew I could reach you.  We need to talk if you aren't busy."