They Mocked His Hells Angels Jacket — Then 600 Bikers Rode Into Town

They Mocked His Hells Angels Jacket — Then 600 Bikers Rode Into Town

Chapter 12

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I don't know what you'll accept, he said. I know what I owe. I owe a public apology, a real one, not a statement run through attorneys. I owe it to Daniel directly. I owe it to the families.

He stopped. The Moore family, the others. I know about the investigation. I know what Marcus Webb found. A long pause.

I'm not going to fight it. That landed differently than she'd expected. You're not going to fight the investigation, she said. No. Or the civil rights case.

No. She sat with that. Why are you telling me this? Because you're the one who held the line, he said simply. Your attorney?

I mean, you didn't have an attorney. You were the attorney. You answered the calls and you made the decisions and you didn't take any of the exits I gave you. Another pause. I've dealt with a lot of people over the years who had legitimate complaints and took the settlement because it was easier.

You didn't. Daniel didn't want a settlement. She said he wanted the truth. I know that now. Caldwell said, "I should have known it then. " She thought about Clare and her property sold at 40% below market.

She thought about the families Marcus had found. She thought about the security officer's hand on Daniel's collar and the careful television smile and the press conference and the way Caldwell had stood at the edge of the crowd on Sunday morning and watched and then turned and walked away. You walked away Sunday, she said. When you were watching from the edge of the square, you saw all of it and you walked away. A very long pause.

I couldn't stay, he said. I couldn't stand there and watch it and keep believing the things I'd been telling myself. And I wasn't ready to stop believing them yet. "But now you are," she said. "Now I don't have a choice," he said.

And then before she could respond, "That's not I don't mean that the way it sounds. I'm not apologizing because I have to. I'm apologizing because Sunday morning showed me something that I can't unsee. " What did it show you? How was quiet for a moment? What community actually looks like?

He said, "Not the version I've been running for 20 years. What it actually looks like when people show up for each other without being organized or incentivized or without any reason except that they think it's right. " He let that sit. I've spent 20 years building a version of this community that runs on relationships and leverage and quiet understandings between people with power. And 600 strangers just drove in from 11 states and showed this town something that my version never could. Emily said nothing.

I'm going to call Daniel. Caldwell said if he'll take my call. She thought about that about Daniel at the shop right now working on whatever needed. Working on wearing his jacket doing what he always did. I'll tell him you're going to call.

She said what he does with that is his decision. That's fair. Caldwell said. Mr. Caldwell.

She paused. Clara Moore. The more property that needs to be part of whatever comes next. A beat. I know.

He said, I'm talking to my attorney about that today. She almost said something. She almost pushed further. Then she stopped herself because there was a difference between accountability and punishment, and she had never been interested in the second one. Daniel had said it himself.

The point wasn't to see someone destroyed. The point was for consequences to make things mean something. Then talk to your attorney, she said. And call Daniel when you're ready, she hung up. She sat for a long time in the quiet kitchen.

Then she called Daniel. He picked up on the second ring. Shop sounds in the background. The familiar orchestra of his working life. Yeah, he said.

Caldwell is going to call you, she said. A very long pause. Is he? Daniel said. He called me first directly, not through the attorney.

She paused. He sounds different. Different how? She thought about how to say it. Like a man who watched something Sunday morning that he couldn't explain away, she said, and spent the night trying and failing.

Another pause. What does he want to apologize? She said to you directly. He also said he's not going to fight the investigation or the civil rights case. The shop sounds continued in the background.

A compressor cycling. Something being set down. What about the Moore family? Daniel asked. I brought it up.

He said he's talking to his attorney about it today. Hm. A sound that contained more than it expressed. Daniel, you don't have to take his call. I know you don't owe him the opportunity to feel better about himself.

I know that too. A pause, but that's not the only reason to take a call. M. She waited. Sometimes you take the call because the other person needs to say the thing, he said.

Not for their sake. Because the thing needs to be said because leaving it unsaid, it sits in the world like something unfinished and I'd rather finish it. She closed her eyes briefly. "Okay," she said. "Tell him he can call," Daniel said.

"After 5, I'll be done by 5. " She called Caldwell's attorney because she still didn't have Caldwell's direct number. He had called from a blocked line and left a message. Daniel Walker will take a call from Mr. Caldwell after 5:00 this evening. The response again through the attorney understood.

Thank you. The afternoon moved. Emily did two more interviews. She talked to Laura Bennett's office, which had a procedural question about the timeline of events on Saturday. She texted Marcus Webb three times about developments in the Moore story.

She ate lunch standing at the counter because she forgot to sit down. At 3:15, her phone rang with a number she recognized Thomas Greer, the army sergeant, the one who'd been quoted in Marcus' article. Mrs. Walker, he said. His voice was the particular baritone of a man who had spent years giving orders and had learned to soften the edges of it in civilian life.

I hope I'm not interrupting. You're not, she said. What is it? I wanted to let you know something. He said, I've been talking to some of the other veterans, the ones Daniel helped over the years.

We've been talking as a group about what we want to do. A pause. We'd like to make a statement, not for the investigation, though we'll cooperate with that. A separate statement about who Daniel Walker is and what he's meant to us. Emily put her hand over her mouth for a moment.

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