Little Girl Handed Biker A Note Saying “He’s Not My Daddy, Please Help”

was kidnapping language.

I pulled out my phone and dialed 911 while walking toward my bike. Kept my voice low. “I’m at the Pilot truck stop on Route 41 South, mile marker 87. I have reason to believe a child is being kidnapped.

White male, approximately forty years old, brown hair, jeans and a green jacket. He’s with a blonde girl, maybe five or six.continue reading …