What’cha think they were doing in the cab?”Donnie gave a little grin. “We can imagine, can’t we?”“We don’t have to image, I don’t thin...,” Kevin said. “He’s the truck driver I had been told about—that we talked about here the other day. One of those truck drivers on long hauls who service guys on their routes.”“And you say you can always tell when he’s goin’ through?” Donnie asked.“Yep. It’s them young guys over there, just as I told you. They show up when he’s set to go through. They come and. ..too. Or maybe not. Too much at stake. Gottagive this some thought. I'll be back."He leaves, and I wonder what is going to become of me. One of the othermen enters but just stands there ignoring me. I guess I'm to be guardedat all costs, even though there is absolutely nothing I can do rightnow. I'm still dressed as a street walker, securely bound, no ideawhere I am, but I hope if they don't kill me, that they'll at leasteventually let me change back.Anyway, my wondering if I have any. However, he did insist that I charge full price for the sitting fee. He even threatened to charge me to use the studio, if I didn’t charge the same price he did.Beth showed up with her mother at one, and we got started right away. This was the hard part because so many mothers wanted things done their way. Beth’s mom was no exception. After listening to her, barking her orders for five minutes, I finally handed her check back. I said I was sorry, but I couldn’t work under those conditions. She. He made sure hehad some large garbage bags within easy reach the moment he popped thetrunk again, along with a change of clothes if needed.It was time to go hunting for real, to start populating the coast withshallow graves to go with the ones he'd left in the Midwest. He wasgetting heated up just thinking about the fun he would have.For the next few hours, as the darkness deepened, Randall wandered thebeach and boardwalk, finding it frustratingly deserted. He had known itwouldn't be easy to.