A Hell’s Angel grounded by grief, his Harley gathering dust like a tombstone. For six months, silence ruled his house—until his eight-year-old daughter decided her hero had been gone long enough and started leaving little notes of hope on his mirror. For six months, the engine had been a dead thing. A fine layer of dust clung to the chrome pipes like a stubborn memory, refusing to let go of a life that was. Jack “Hawk” Rainer sat on the porch of his small-town home in Ridgepoint, the wood groani