King returns to the theme of haunted cars, as well as that of found family spinning yarns and revealing hidden histories, this time in the sewtting of a state trooper station with something that looks like a car in a shed out back, but it isn't a car, it's something else, just what nobody knows, or probably can know, all they can do is stand guard. It's Lovecraftian, but it doesn't feel Lovecraftian because it feels so quintessentially Kingian