“Tank,” the older officer addressed the lead biker. “Got a BOLO out on Ray Hutchinson. Assault on Rebecca Bradley, suspected kidnapping of Emma. How long has she been with you?”
“About ten minutes,” Tank replied. “She’s got defensive wounds, been running barefoot for a while. She says her mom is hurt bad.”
Emma started sobbing. “Is Mommy gonna die?”
Tank lifted her gently off his bike, holding her like she weighed nothing.
“Your mama’s tough, little one. She survived before, she’ll survive again. And you did exactly what she told you to do. You found us.”
The younger officer was taking notes. “Emma, can you tell us what happened?”
Emma buried her face in Tank’s shoulder.
“Ray got mad ’cause Mommy wouldn’t give him money. He hit her with the bottle. She fell down and there was blood and she told me to run. To run and not stop until I found the skull angels.”Continue reading…
