This book hooked me with one panel.

I was happily reading the story, watching it develop, and then, on the back of a motorcycle, tear just squeezing it’s way out of an eye, it felt like love.

Beautiful.

There is so much more to the book as well: the Holmes like detective work by the bounty hunter, the gruff charm of the main biker, the crass fun of the other bikers, and the overall intrigue and clues.

But on the back of that bike, “warm and strong…he feels like love” those are the moments you read a Terry Moore book for.