Biker Stormed Into a School and Dragged a Trembling Boy Out of Class by His Arm

me for a long time.

“Mr. Castellanos,” she said. “Whatever you are thinking about doing. Don’t.”

I did not answer her.

I got home at 1 AM. Renee and Caleb were asleep in the spare bedroom. Caleb was holding her arm with both of his hands.

I went out to the garage. I sat on the workbench. I pulled out my phone.

I called my old road captain, Rooster. He picked continue reading …