Biker Collapsed in Front of My Store Shaking and Cops Told Me to Leave Him There

across my lap for five hours.

At hour three, Donna from the diner called me. Word travels in a town like this.

“Betty, what the hell happened out there?”

I told her some of it. Not about the phones.

“Frank Sullivan?” she said. “That was Frank on scene?”

“That was him.”

She was quiet for a long time. Then she said, “Betty, honey, you need to be careful. Frank continue reading …