

Her eyes weren’t quite as raccoonish as before, but it was apparent she’d recently suffered two severe black eyes.

The stitches had been removed from her forehead, but there was a thin red line where the cut had been. The remnants of Leslie’s accident three weeks before were still visible. The story of a girl who’d been abducted by a motorcycle gang in 1975. They thought it would be interesting to include a real biker story in that issue. Rolling Stone had an upcoming issue dedicated to celebrity bikers. I’m pretty sure this was her first execution of any kind. The reporter, Leslie Cowan, fidgeted nervously, and I looked over at her. A reporter for Rolling Stone was on my right. Any similarity to actual people and/or events is purely coincidental.Īll trademarked names are honored by capitalization and no infringement is intended.Ĭover Photo and Book Design by Matt BrodieĬover Models: Kelli Flynn and Chase McKeownįor Jim, my soul mate and forever best friend.

Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
