No Bike

The sunlight saved you. They had set the wire across the road, the three dead-eyed riders, the third man exuding an almost subhuman filth. Had they meant to kill you or just sever your legs? Your hog is wrecked, your arm is broken, but your anger is intact always. You're small for a biker, but you can outthink most of the human race and you're tenacious, vicious as you seek revenge. Not for the damage to your body, but for their unforgivable arrogance of letting you live.
Turkle knows a lot, maybe too much for his own good, but he doesn't know where these bikers came from, where they were going, why they targeted him, a loner. But he'll track them down, oh yes he will. Especially the third man. Along the way, he has to play down his intelligence, put his mind in temporary storage to be one of them in their physical and moral squalor.
He'll have his way, but at what cost? To Dorsal the only friend he has ever acknowledged to strung-out Heaven's Baby and beautiful Sally, to dopey, innocent T Rex. To himself.
Some things are worth hunting down. But it doesn't always pay to find them.

Dettagli