The crook looks like he’s just seen the 50-foot woman, and she’s way hotter than advertised. Makes him forget all about the cops. His dead friend. His poor choice of ties. Things are looking up! Literally, because she’s really tall.

It’s an odd question for the police to pose, because the crook is probably thinking, well, Mexico. Is this a trick question? Does it matter?

But it’s not the expression that makes this cover unusual. It’s not the policeman’s inquiry. It’s the background. It’s as if the city was made of hard cheese, sliced by a giant cleaver.