"See," Silas said, handing Arthur the cash as he hooked the Kraken to a tow truck, "there’s a buyer for every story. Most people just aren't looking for the ending."

"You... you'll buy it?" Arthur asked, stunned. "It doesn't even have a radio. It just plays static that sounds like a judgmental ghost."

Silas grinned. "Kid, everyone wants the shiny ones. But I have a guy in the desert who needs a 'survivalist' prop for a movie. I have a mechanic who collects these specific bolts because they don't make 'em anymore. And I have a demolition derby driver who needs a car he doesn't mind saying goodbye to."

Arthur, the owner, had tried everything. The dealership laughed him off the lot. The private buyers on the internet were worse; one offered him a half-eaten sandwich and a DVD of Shrek 2 . "No one buys a car that screams," Arthur sighed.

He pulled out a stack of bills. It wasn't a fortune, but it was three times the price of a Shrek DVD.