Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

and tell him to give us the names. Tell him to take a deal.”

“He won’t.”

“Then make him.”

I stood up.

“Donny,” I said. “Do you know what they took out of that house before they burned it?”

He shook his head.

“Linda’s jewelry. My boys’ baby pictures. The flag off my father’s coffin. The deed my grandfather signed in 1948. Every photograph of my wife. They continue reading …