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“Rebecca Martinez she was then. Eight years old, covered in bruises, running from her stepfather. Found us at a Harley shop. Ran straight to the biggest, meanest-looking biker she could find – happened to be me. Said her teacher told her if she was ever in real trouble, find the bikers with the skull patches.”
“Mrs. Patterson,” Emma said suddenly. “That was Mommy’s teacher. She’s my teacher now too.”
The sound of sirens approached, and two police cars pulled into the station. The officers who stepped out didn’t have their hands on their weapons. Instead, they nodded at the bikers with what looked like respect.
“Tank,” the older officer addressed the lead biker. “Got a BOLO out on Ray Hutchinson. Assault on Rebecca Bradley, suspected kidnapping of Emma. How long has she been with you?”
“About ten minutes,” Tank replied. “She’s got defensive wounds, been running barefoot for a while. She says her mom is hurt bad.”
The officer’s radio crackled. “Unit 12, be advised. Rebecca Bradley found unconscious at the Riverside Shelter. Critical condition, en route to General. Suspect Ray Hutchinson still at large, considered armed and dangerous.”
Emma started sobbing. “Is Mommy gonna die?”
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