Nodding dully, she didn't look up. "There were five of them. They destroyed my door. Like it exploded. One of them, the one in charge, he called himself the Hound of New York. They took me... somewhere. I don't know where. They dressed me up in, uh... in fetish clothes. And someone came in.... but I can't remember that part. I can't remember what happened."<br/><br/>She was staring down at the picture on the camera, and abruptly she stepped forward to shove it toward Adam. "That's his hand."