PART 1 — The Desert Delivers a Stranger
The blood-soaked teen at Hell’s Angels gate appeared at exactly 2:47 A.M., when the Nevada desert was at its quietest and the wind moved through the sand like something alive. The compound sat miles outside Reno, surrounded by nothing but empty highway, scrub brush, and miles of darkness that stretched toward distant mountains. Most …
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