Tracy Kent was long and almost lean with hips angular rather thanrounded and the clean lines of her long-striding legs accentuatedby the tight sheath of skirt as she walked with McLeod toward theelevator. She was all woman unless you happened to look at her acertain way, when you caught a glimpse of something coltish, almostlike Peter Pan, in the way she carried herself or smiled at you. Shedid not look like a vamp, thought McLeod, which helped explain why shewas such a successful co-respondent.