Someone is trying to frame him for murder, and they’re doing a pretty good job of it.
His caseload isn’t helping. He’s got more work than he can handle.
It also isn’t helping that he’s forced to launch his own investigation because bodies keep showing up on his doorstep and he’s the police department’s prime suspect.
It’s beginning to look like Jim Nash will have plenty of time to contemplate the error of his ways in prison.
Peter Duke's gypsy spirit has taken him to some strange places in the world, but now he's content to limit his adventures to riding a motorcycle and whatever he might encounter when he's on the road. Consequently, he's worked in bike shops doing odd jobs from planning and putting on rides down Mexico way, taking care of computer networking and security, and to picking up and delivering motorcycles from the El Lay basin to Las Vegas, among other things.
It’s pretty boring stuff, isn’t it?
He's ridden over a lot of North America at one time or another from Canada to Mexico, and from Atlantic to Pacific. By far his favorite ride is up and down the length of the Baja Peninsula, where the people are friendly, the sun always shines and it’s warm in the winter.
Of everything that he has experienced in his all-too-brief life, Africa is perhaps the greatest enigma. It's a beautiful continent, rich in people, nature and resources, yet poor in all of those areas, too.
There are some missing years in there, but he likes to think a little mystery is good for the soul.