Dick Francis’s second thriller again has steeplechasing as its setting. Despair, suicide and obsessive hatred — mixed well with humour, love, and horses — brew up into a story of a battle between one man’s nerve and another man’s cunning....
It was a miserable day in August in the 87th Precinct. Detective Steve Carella was hot and tired and his shirt was sticking to his back, and now this dumpy little man named Roger Grimm was sitting across from him in the squadroom demanding to know...