“But you're lucky-you don't have to go to school”) and are later forsaken as classmates' parents deem friendship with them too risky. John is consumed with anger at the police's refusal to pursue the likeliest suspects (“and planned to stay angry until I got back at the bastards who did this to me”) Cylin, then nine, is baffled as she and her two older brothers attract unwelcome attention (“Everyone thinks your dad is going to die,” a cousin tells her. Eventually the family went into hiding in Tennessee, but arguably their “disappearance” takes place long before they move-as John and his daughter, Cylin, alternately narrate, readers can see how the shooting erased the family's sense of themselves. In 1979, in an underworld-style hit, a gunman shot John Busby, a policeman in Cape Cod a fluke saved John's life, but he was permanently disfigured and disabled, and the family placed under 24-hour protection. No one with even a marginal interest in true crime writing should miss this page-turner, by turns shocking and almost unbearably sad.
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