On a late autumn afternoon along Route 27 outside Ashford, traffic rolled on as usual until a five-year-old girl in a glittering fairy-tale gown screamed for her mother to stop the car.Her name was Sophie Maren, a child with tangled blonde hair, light-up sneakers, and a stubbornness that seemed too big for her tiny frame. From the backseat she had begun to thrash against her seatbelt, insisting between sobs that “the motorcycle man” was dying down below the ridge.