Road rash and Jack meets handcuffs and street smarts.

I am a wandering disaster.

A hedonist, a lover, a son, and a rebel.

My name is Yuma.

I'm sober enough to see the need for redemption, but too blind to realize I already found it.

I am an independent seeker.

An overachiever, a friend, a misfit, and a cop.

My name is Lissie.

I'm determined enough to find acceptance, but too stubborn to see all I need is my own.

We shouldn't get involved--all the odds are against us--but when bodies turn up on common ground and lines between duty and purpose get blurred, our future becomes clear.