.. who knew for sure? The two of them rushed to the window, but sure enough, both the tow truck and the car were gone already. Gus had worked fast, pr...bably to get out of the rain as soon as possible."Tell you what," Bobby said. "Let me try something." He went to the phone book, found Ray Fargus's home number, and dialed. Ray answered. "Mister Fargus? This is Bobby Allen, from down the road? Frank's son? Yeah. There's a lady here whose car Gus towed away just a little while ago. She forgot to. Dogs heads on sheep’s bodies, a donkey was staring at her, but from a cow’s body. It was obscene. She felt ready to scream, she was trapped, somehow unable to move again and then another face drifted into view. It was the horrible Marco, the bank robber that she and Batman had put away recently. His long, thin arms were reaching out for her, she had to get away! She twisted round yet again, and now she was being tormented by two more figures intertwined in the bright orange sky above her head.. ’ ‘Jenny, have you ever posed in the nude before?’ I asked gently, watching her face for any negative reaction. Uncooperative models are very difficult to photograph. ‘No,’ she said quietly, shaking her head. Then she raised her head and looked into my eyes and I saw that the guard had dropped and her eyes were shy and friendly, though still slightly clouded with uncertainty. ‘But I have to do this.’ ‘Can you tell me why?’ She stirred her tea thoughtfully for a full minute or two before looking. You said you'd come back to me. Come on. Wake up. Get out of that water."I hurt. Oh, God, I hurt so bad. It was like every bone in my body was broken. But the worst part was that I was being shaken. Like someone had strapped me into one of those shaker things they put paint cans in when they custom mix the paint to match the bedspread you got from Aunt Agnes. And I could hear the wire handle on the paint can banging against something, maybe five times a second. I wanted to yell for them to turn.