On the coldest night of the year, a waitress sheltered twenty-five freezing bikers, and by dawn fifteen hundred Hells Angels surrounded her diner; then a billionaire arrived demanding answers, awakening a buried past as the storm howled vi0lently outside

The wind battered the windows of North Ridge Diner like it had a personal grudge, shrieking through the cracks and rattling the loose signage out front until it sounded as if the building itself might finally surrender to the storm, and inside, where the heat struggled against the invading cold, Clara Hayes wiped down the same spotless counter for the …