Coyote and Skinny Bone

Coyote was his family name, and he had made it his own in every possible sense. He led a pack of bikers that infested the small Californian town of Norgee.

Ben had no intention of getting involved with the Coyote. He was almost done with high school, and had managed to keep a low profile until then. No one had noticed that beneath that highlighter-blue dye, his hair concealed white roots. Keeping to himself, eyes lowered, no one had noticed how his eyes trembled and squinted with every flicker of a light.

He had spent his childhood with the annoying nickname of Skinny Bone, white as death and thin as a bone; but it wasn't to shake off that name that Benjamin was hiding the fact that he was albino and half-blind from everyone.
If they'd noticed at the police station, where he was interning, that his vision was well below normal standards, they wouldn't have written that college recommendation letter anymore. And Ben had to go to college. He would study criminology at a top-notch university and become a homicide detective. Or maybe he would join the FBI. Or the secret services. It didn't matter. What mattered was going to college and getting as far away from Norgree. From the Coyote.

But fate has different plans.

A mysterious letter.
A criminal gang.
A bag full of money.
A gun.
A murder.
A fresh new detective and a bond that cannot be broken.