I was the one he was most likely to ask, because I’d been his father’s closest friend. Given how much the boy was around, I suppose it was inevitable he’d see what was out in Shed B, and ask someone what it was and what it was doing there. Or a legal pack of smokes, for that matter. Grown men are frequently incapable of making such decisions Ned made his at an age when he still couldn’t buy a legal drink. He had decided the time had come to put the games away, that’s all. I don’t think any of us talked to him about that choice, but we respected him for it. Hard to imagine a kid doing that, choosing unpaid choring over all those Friday night games and Saturday night parties, but that’s what he did. He must have quit off the football team when it came time for choosing, he picked D Troop instead. That was Ned Wilcox’s senior year at Statler High. Cops know a lot about the psychology of grief most of us know more about it than we want to. We understood what he was doing: trying to hold onto the memory of his father. From a Buick 8 is a novel about our fascination with deadly things, about our insistence on answers when there are none, about terror and courage in the face of the unknowable.Curt Wilcox’s boy came around the barracks a lot the year after his father died, I mean a lot, but nobody ever told him get out the way or asked him what in hail he was doing there again. Like his father, Ned wants answers, and the secret begins to stir, not only in the minds and hearts of the veteran troopers who surround him, but in Shed B as well. One day he looks in the window of Shed B and discovers the family secret. Sandy Dearborn, Sergeant Commanding, knows it's the boy's way of holding onto his father, and Ned is allowed to become part of the Troop D family. In the fall of 2001, a few months after Curt Wilcox is killed in a gruesome auto accident, his 18-year-old boy Ned starts coming by the barracks, mowing the lawn, washing windows, shoveling snow. Over the years the troop absorbed the mystery as part of the background to their work, the Buick 8 sitting out there like a still life painting that breathes - inhaling a little bit of this world, exhaling a little bit of whatever world it came from. Curt's avid curiosity taking the lead, they investigated as best they could, as much as they dared. A few hours later, when Rafferty vanished, Wilcox and his fellow troopers knew the car was worse than dangerous - and that it would be better if John Q. Curt Wilcox knew old cars, and he knew immediately that this one was.wrong, just wrong. The state police of Troop D in rural Pennsylvania have kept a secret in Shed B out back of the barracks ever since 1979, when Troopers Ennis Rafferty and Curtis Wilcox answered a call from a gas station just down the road and came back with an abandoned Buick Roadmaster.
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