First Sentence

"From the dark concrete gape of a rented garage, across a New England dust and heat August, as the 6:15 commuter rail sighs past the tall weeds and rusted box cars of Gallagher Terminal and hunches south toward Boston, a wail of dying metal crows the morning out from under its own shadows-a landscaper sharpening the blades of his mowers against an electric sander's bony spin."