Bikers Dragged a Screaming Woman Out of a Church in Front of 200 People

his whole life.

Emily had been a ghost ever since.

Walter, her grandfather, was the one who never stopped looking.

Frank was the biker with the gray beard. He was the one who had told my husband to please sit down.

He walked over to us slow, with both hands where I could see them.

“Ma’am,” he said. “My name is Frank Delaney. I’m vice president of the Iron continue reading …