Emblem
There was something strange about the bikers that made Eddy’s eyebrow rise. Their jacket patches featured a fist against a red oval. The red oval was surrounded by blurred lettering, and Eddy understood what they said even though he couldn’t see them properly.
Eddy had encountered various motorbike gangs in the area as a cop. He’d met good motorcyclists as well as others who merely wanted to cause problems. So, whose biker gang did these guys belong to?