A BIKER SAVED A WAITRESS FROM A CUSTOMER—BUT THE FOOTAGE REVEALED HE WASN'T A HERO. The whole diner held its breath. The man, Graham, had a fistful of the young waitress’s apron, snarling about his cold coffee. Maeve’s eyes were wide with fear. Then, the shadow fell over their table. A biker, built like a refrigerator with a beard to match, stood there. He didn’t say a word. He just looked from Graham’s hand to his face. That was enough. Graham let go, mumbled an apology, and scurried out of the