Who calls you at 6 AM?" She asked."I'm coming now. I'll explain over breakfast," I said."Oh my you are a pen and ink artist," Alice said."You knew tha.... You just forgot," Jeremy said."Your friend, is he any good?" Alice asked."He is a great tattoo artist and a pretty good sketch artist as well," I replied."I want a tattoo," Alice said. "I want a tattoo of Sylvia's Swamp Dog on the base of my spine." A tramp stamp?" I asked."Yes of course," she said."Well you have earned it. I'll introduce you. "Slight change of plans. Juan, you do what you always do. Which one of you reads English better?" One twin raised his hand and the other pointed at his brother. "Fine. Take this. Make a note of everything in the book that doesn't match reality." I pointed to the other twin. "You, I want to take notes about my clients - names, what they like, what they don't like, what they look at first, anything, everything." Yes, Boss." Left angel nodded. "We can do that." Right angel finished.We got there. Whoever it had been that had attacked her had most definitely meant to kill. If it hadn’t been for him, he probably would have been dumping her body in a back alley somewhere. He had to wonder if what she’d been so angry about was really worth her life. Rhys had looked down on her unmoving body, curious. There is no way that she is one of them, he had thought. From the way she had been dressed, she seemed like any normal twenty-something year old woman on a Friday night. He had noticed that. I passed each truck ever so slowly so they could get a real good look. Whenever there was traffic behind me I'd signal and they'd let me in until the traffic passed and i could pull back out and flash the next truck. They knew I was enjoying flashing them as much as they were enjoying the show. When I reached the lead truck, the driver was holding a piece of paper up to his window that said, "take it all off hot stuff!" Oh god I wished I were a real woman so that I could comply with that.