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Was I thinking about the Buick Roadmaster inside as I sat there next to the crying boy, wanting to put my arm around him and not knowing how?

Or, if you want to be literal, the shrouded shape of something that almost looked like a Buick 8-cylinder.

Yes, it looked like an old Buick, all right, old but almost cherry, just as the kid had said.

That distinctive fifties Buick grille, which looked to me like the mouth of a chrome crocodile.

Old Mr Buick Roadmaster had gone around back for a peek at the Redfern, had foolishly dared the embankment slope to get an even better look .

Do you think Buick ever rolled a model off the line with a different number of portholes on the sides?

Except by the time the county tow showed up to haul it away, neither Ennis Rafferty nor Curtis Wilcox believed it was a Buick at all.

Once they were there, Ennis called for a wrecker to haul the Buick up to Troop D, where they could put it in the parking lot out back, at least for the time being.

Replacing the usual Buick steering wheel with something that looked like it belonged in a cabin cruiser?

Trooper Wilcox, he got about three-quarters of an hour with that Buick before the county tow showed up with its orange light flashing.

Ennis drove as they headed back to Troop D behind the tow-truck and the Buick, which rode on the clamp with its nose up and its rear bumper almost dragging on the road.

It says buick 8 on both sides of the engine block in big chrome letters, as if whoever made it was afraid of forgetting what the damn thing was.

Curtis Wilcox squirming in his seat but never taking his eyes off the Buick being towed along in front of him.

There was a hydraulic whine and the Buick came out of its snout-up, tail-down posture, settling back on its whitewalls.

He took three or four stalk-steps toward the Buick, never coming out of that hunched-over, cramped-up, taking-a-crap stoop, all the time with his muzzle pointing at the sky.