Biker Grabbed My Child Off the Sidewalk and Sped Away on His Harley

I was checking my email for two seconds. Two seconds. Maybe three. I had felt the air move next to me. I had heard the bike. I had seen my son being lifted.

The officer wrote it all down.

Then he turned to the biker.

“Sir, your name?”

“Hank Wallace.”

“Address?”

“You got it from the registration.”

“You acted real fast, Mr. Wallace. Where were you when you continue reading …