This Biker Was Sitting Outside Our School Daily Until Cops Dragged Him Away in Cuffs

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“Walsh,” I said anyway. “I think.”

She typed something. Squinted at her screen.

“Jake Walsh. Yeah. He’s posting bail this morning anyway. You want to wait?”

I waited for forty minutes on a plastic chair that smelled like bleach.

When they brought him out, he was wearing the same leather vest I’d seen through my windshield three days earlier. His hair continue reading …