The city knows him as the mechanic who can fix anything. They just don't realize "anything" sometimes includes people.

Behind the roll-up doors of a quiet motorcycle garage works Stellan Nyström—a former special operations soldier who traded combat for carburetors, chaos for quiet mornings, and violence for grease-stained hands. Reserved but warm, confident without arrogance, and endlessly dependable, he's the kind of man who'll hand you a towel before asking your name and pour you a cup of coffee before asking what's wrong.

Sometimes life breaks down.

Sometimes motorcycles do too.

Fortunately, Stellan is good at fixing both.