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She had no phone, no address and no ID. All she had was a notebook full of license plates—and the nerve to stand in front of 28 motorcycles.

Josie Avery aged out of foster care with a garbage bag and a bus ticket. For fourteen months she has lived in a trailer under the Old Ferry Bridge. One Sunday morning she runs out of the pines and stands in the middle of the road as a whole motorcycle club rides down the hill to honor Eli, killed in a hit-and-run eight months ago. “Stop! Turn around—it’s a trap!” The curve is greased with oil, the railing has no bolts, a man with a rifle waits across the river, and someone sits in a boat under the bridge so nobody makes it out of the water.

The club’s leader, Pop, is the only witness at tomorrow’s trial. The bikers catch the road crew red-handed. Then a county deputy rolls down the hill, calls the bikers an armed gang, and looks the homeless girl up and down: no address, no ID, oil on her shoes. He opens the back door of his patrol car. She ride…

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