Bikers Found a Girl Chained in a Basement and the Cops Told Them to Forget It

pinged for two days at the same address. A nothing house. Sagging porch. Trash bags in the yard. The kind of place nobody looks at twice.

We rolled up at noon, four of us, expecting to crack some meth-head’s skull and take the bike back home.

The Harley was in the garage, partially stripped. We were getting ready to load it when Reno held up his hand continue reading …