The Biker, a contact for Lost Girls

A contact for Weird Writer's Lost Girls . Perfumed with gasoline, leather, tobacco, and sweat, the Biker haunts the highways at the edges of Saint Tenebrae. Speed defines him: movement, action, and amphetamines. The Biker charges recklessly toward what he wants to confront, waving a tire iron like a saber. When he wants to run he is already long gone. Nightfall carries him on a four-stroke engine…