But as the police arrived and began to process the scene, the CEO of a local security firm, who happened to be in the park with his own children, approached Jax. He didn't look at Jax with fear. He looked at him with respect. But then he looked at Leo, the 18-year-old in the dirty hoodie who had started it all.
"You have a good eye, son," the businessman said. "Most people look, but they don't see. Why did you go to the bikers?"
"Because they were the only ones who didn't look through me," Leo said simply.
Jax stepped up beside Leo, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. "He's got the instincts of a scout, and he's got the heart of a lion. He saved more than just one life today."
The police sergeant, a man who had clashed with the Hells Angels for years, walked over to Jax. He looked at the evidence in the SUV, then at Leo. "You did good, kid. We've been looking for a vehicle matching this description in the three neighboring counties. You just stopped a serial predator."
The sergeant looked at Jax. "I'll handle the paperwork. But Jax, don't think this means we're friends."