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

Emily disappeared.

After dinner I went out on the porch with Frank. The sun was going down. Our yard smelled like cut grass and tomato plants.

“I have to tell you something,” I said. “At the church. When you grabbed my husband.”

“I remember.”

“I was going to tackle you.”

Frank laughed. A real laugh. The first one I had heard from him.

“Ma’am,” he said, “I continue reading …