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.