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

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a credit card. Be on camera. Order food. Stay in the room.”

“And you?”

He’d just smiled. “We’ll be ghosts.”

I asked him what would happen if something went wrong. He told me nothing was going to go wrong. He told me that forty-three years of brotherhood meant something, and what it meant tonight was that I was going to sleep in a Days Inn while my brothers continue reading …

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