“You know I'm not drunk,” she blazed. “The hijackers jumped me on my way home. They wanted me to rat out my friend and were gonna cut me if I didn't talk. Deadwoman saved me, she jumped on that car and scared them off. Only she scared the hell out of me and that's when I lost it. It was a combination of getting attacked and her scaring me. I never get hysterical, you can ask anyone who knows me. Look, imagine you saw somebody lying dead on top of a car, then all of a sudden jumping up and grabbing your arm. You'd piss your pants.”
“So what does she look like, the Deadwoman?”
“She's around my size. She has long red hair, and she's kind of big around the top – you know. Real light-skinned, like a dead woman.”
“So you got her specs off the Internet,” Bob taunted her. “There's about ten web
