Thomas spoke for the first time. His voice was rough. “We told the nurse the truth. Showed her the video. She cried. Then she let us in.”
I looked at these four men. These bikers I’d been hating for three days. These “monsters” who’d been riding through my neighborhood at exactly the right moment. Who’d risked their own lives to save my son from a speeding SUV.
The bikers exchanged glances. Marcus spoke carefully. “Ma’am, do you know anyone who might want to hurt your family? Anyone with a grudge? Anyone who might be dangerous?”
My blood went cold.
“My ex-husband.”
The words came out before I could stop them. My ex-husband David. Who I’d left three years ago after he broke my arm. Who I’d gotten a restraining order against. Who’d lost custody of Connor after the judge saw evidence of his abuse.
Who’d sworn he’d make me pay.
“He drives a black SUV,” I whispered. “Black with tinted windows.”
Marcus nodded slowly. “We got a partial plate. Gave it to the cops three days ago. They didn’t follow up because they were too busy investigating us.”
The tall biker—I learned his name was Robert—pulled out his phone. “I sent the video to every news station in the city this morning. It’s already going viral. Cops are going to have to investigate the SUV now.”
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