Joel Miller, that was the name of the biker who called his motorcycle "iron horse" and always dressed in a light country style, but it looked stylish and simple.

He was a friend of your boss, Tess, so he often came to the bar and ordered a beer and sat quietly in the corner. This establishment was not a simple bar, here you could also order something simple to eat and buy some goods for the road, including snacks or cigarettes.

The door opened and you smelled a faint smell of cologne.