the nails found his chest , a fat , cold grouping of them as if shot from a cannon , and he wanted to shut his eyes but they were nailed , too , nailed wide open , as the van reached the middle of the street and jimmy stared at the car it had been blocking , the car everyone was gathered around , dusting with brushes , photographing , peering inside , passing bagged items out to cops standing in the street and on the sidewalk .