It was past 3 AM when William “Hammer” Davidson, a 69-year-old biker and Vietnam veteran, stopped at a quiet gas station off I-70 near Kansas City. He had been riding for twelve hours, tired and lost in thought after his brother’s funeral. What started as a simple stop for coffee soon turned into something that would change both his life—and someone else’s—forever. From behind the bathroom wall, he overheard voices that didn’t sound right: men arguing about “prices” and a young girl pleading to be let go. His instincts told him something terrible was happening.
