Frank Ross is heading for the anonymity of the bright lights and big city in an attempt to make good his escape from a cartel hit squad. He’s got a reformed junkie riding bitch on the back of his motorcycle that someone tries to kill with a Molotov cocktail–and Frank doesn’t even drink.

Frank Ross is headed down Mexico way, but first he must escape the high desert and the clutches of a sweet-talking, nimble little thing that has spun her web and led him down the road to good intentions gone bad.