At 3:12 a.m., a retired biker got a call about his best friend’s daughter—by morning, a judge’s decision and a sea of riders had changed her life forever

accident. It looks like something ongoing. And there are already people trying to push for her release.”

Graham stood silently and looked toward an old framed photograph hanging above his garage workbench.

Two young men stared back at him, smiling in dusty military uniforms.

One was Graham.

The other was Nathan Holloway.

Nathan had been the kind of friend continue reading …