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