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We arrested 5 bikers for stalking a widow until her 7-year-old son ran outside screaming the truth at us.
My partner had his knee in the back of a sixty-three-year-old veteran while I handcuffed another man whose tears were dripping onto the pavement, and that little boy’s words made every single one of us freeze.
But what happened on October 14th, 2023, changed how I see people forever.
It started with a 911 call at 6 AM. A woman, voice shaking with fear, reported that five motorcycles had been parked outside her house every single day for three weeks.
The riders just sat there, she said. Watching. Waiting. They never approached her. Never spoke to her. Just watched her house from sunrise to sunset.
“I’m a widow,” she said, her voice breaking. “My husband was a police officer. He died eight months ago. And now these bikers won’t leave me alone. I’m terrified. My son is terrified. Please help us.”
Officer down. Widow being stalked. We took that call seriously.
Four patrol cars responded. Eight officers total. We rolled up to that quiet suburban street expecting the worst. Gang intimidation. Revenge against a cop’s family. Maybe something even darker.
And there they were. Five bikers sitting on their motorcycles across the street from a small blue house. Leather vests. Gray beards. Tattoos covering their arms.
