This is the story of a divorced, Irish-American woman who has fought hard for the stability and security she has at last found in her life; of a man of Native Canadian/Italian heritage who has thrown himself into his work as a detective with the RCMP to fill the void left from his broken marriage; and the outlaw biker gang that has taken any sense of security or normalcy from their lives and blown it straight to hell, while drawing them closer together. It takes the reader from Yonkers to Quebec and Ontario and back, along scenic highways and winding back roads, on the back of a $13,000 Ducati and in the seat of a Bell 427 helicopter. It has high-tech police surveillance operations and a quasi-primitive rescue on horseback. The feel is very up to the minute, incorporating changes in things such as security measures in ground and air traffic, police work and even people's behavior, in the aftermath of September 11th. It deals with the violence and tragedy (and camaraderie and humor) that is all a part of police work, as well as the excitement and joy (and mistakes and regrets) of a fledgeling relationship.