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This “convincing and memorable” mystery is “among Dick Francis’s best,” says the Cincinnati Post. And we’re sure readers will agree.
Ex-jockey and private investigator Sid Halley is approached by the wife of an elite racehorse trainer, begging his help in figuring out why her husband’s most promising horses have been performing so poorly. At first Halley thinks she’s overreacting and the losing streak is just dumb luck. But now he’s beginning to think it’s something far more dangerous…
Although more than a decade has passed since the publication of Whip Hand, little time has elapsed in Sid Halley’s life. Still in his mid-thirties, he remains troubled, courageous, unwilling to admit defeat to disabling injury or to corruption. Now, though, Sid faces nineties’ dilemmas, dangers, and deeply demanding decisions.
Having exposed an adored racing figure as a monster, Sid must testify at the man’s trial. But the morning of his appearance, a tragic suicide shatters the proceedings and jars Halley’s conscience. Plagued by regret and the suspicion that there’s more to the death than has yet come to light, he is catapulted into days of hard, rational detection, heart-searching torments, and the gravest of perils. Business as usual for Sid…
James Tyron, a racing reporter for a London scandal sheet, knew that fellow writer Bert Chekov was a drunk, but he always thought he was an honest one. But when Bert suddenly died in an “accidental” fall from a window, Tyrone suspeced the clues to his death might be found in some suspicious columns he’d written touting can’t lose horses—who myseriously failed to show up on race day. With his own professional and private lives in a chaotic jumble, Tyrone knew he’d have find a way to prove that Chekov was murdered. Be he didn’t know the terrifying risk he was unwittingly about to take….