Product Description
Ex-champion steeplechase jockey Sid Haley is now a sleuth. As the story opens he has just been shot in the stomach during the course of his duties as a private investigator, working - or rather, idling - in a firm which keeps him employed, thanks tothe old boy network. Convalescing with indecent and painful haste, Sid finds the pace growing steadily hotter as he investigates the cunningly contrived decline of a racecourse, and comes to close and spine-chilling grips with the crooks responsible.
Book Description
Sid Halley, champion jockey, had to give up racing when his hand was smashed. But his next job brings him a bullet - right in the middle of his chest. As he would soon discover, life as a private eye could get a lot worse . . . Especially when a ruthless property dealer has plans for Seabury racetrack. Plans that have nothing to do with racing and everything to do with conspiracy and violence. The kind of plans that set high odds against a novice detective staying alive . . . 'A plot that goes with the pace of a champion hurdler' Evening Standard
