Little Girl Texted, “He’s Hitting My Mum’s Arm,” to the Wrong Number — The Hell’s Angel Replied, “I’m On My Way.”
I shut my eyes for half a second. “Okay. That’s good. Stay on the phone with me. We’re coming right now.” Outside, four Harleys rested in the lot like animals crouched and ready. We started them. The engines thundered into the night, and for the first time in a long time, that sound didn’t feel…