The memorial ride dissolved into chaos within seconds, because the peaceful procession that had carried hundreds of motorcycles through the county suddenly became a battlefield filled with screaming civilians, roaring engines, gunfire and club members dragging injured riders behind whatever cover they could find.
Knox grabbed my arm and pulled me behind a concrete barrier.
"Stay down." He said.
"I can help." I said.
"I know." He said.
His eyes locked onto mine and despite the fear burning behind them, his voice remained steady.
"That's why I'm telling you to stay down until I find the shooter." Knox said.
Another shot cracked across the street and the crowd screamed again. I crouched lower while Knox leaned around the barrier.
"Saint!" He shouted and Saint's voice came through the
