I Called the Cops on the Biker When I Saw What He Was Burying

The biker had been digging in the woods behind my property for two hours, and I was sure I was watching a man bury a body.

I’d seen him ride up at dawn. Big guy, leather vest, gray beard down to his chest. He parked his Harley at the tree line and walked into the woods carrying something wrapped in a blanket.

Something the size of a child.