Biker Stole a Puppy Out of a Little Girl’s Arms and Rode Off With It

the witness,” he said. “I need you to come with me right now. There’s something you have to see. Because what you saw at this gas station three days ago wasn’t what you thought.”

I should have said no.

A man my age — fifty-six, divorced, two grown kids in another state — has no business getting in a car with strangers in leather. Especially strangers continue reading …