That was when the rain started.
There were no warning drops to let us know, no gentle mist to give us time to seek shelter. We were suddenly in a downpour that instantly drenched our clothes, those of us wearing clothes, anyway. Winter just turned her face to the sky and laughed.
We all went back up the ladder and piled into the back of the cargo van, joined by Morrison and Jesus this time. We pulled aside the aluminum foil and stared outside as the rain turned the ground into mud and raised steam from the lights. We were in darkness in the van except for the glow of Zimmer’s camera screen as he scanned through the photos he’d taken so far.
“You’re all going to be famous,” he said. “If you don’t kill yourselves first.”
The models’ faces appeared ghostlike around him as they looked at t
