Naker Than Naked

The Stones blared from the speakers. The van exploded with a bang and from the glowing fireball a charred body with a head like a roast chicken toppled over. Get your kicks bam bam on Route bam bam 66. Such a noise. It would drive a person crazy. There were banknotes everywhere. German marks, Swiss francs, guilders, dollars, pounds and Belgian francs. The telephone rang. 'A corpse on an empty stomach?' shouted Marie-Thérèse from the bathroom. Enough bloodshed, enough deaths in the snow. A hooker blinked her cat-like eyes. No pushing, no shoving, get in line at the back, everyone will have a turn. A siren wailed nearby. A fine, melancholic snow fell, looking like silver confetti. Not weather to chase a dog through. That wasn't so bad, dogs don't go to hookers anyway.