A prize jockey who has just thrown a race is found dead. And the prime suspectis racing manager Alistair Raye. He knows he’s innocent, but proving it could cost him his life.

          He was a jockey called Jose Ramirez. He’d been dead a long time. His arms were scarred with needle-tracks. But it was a knife, not heroin, that had killed him. Alistair Rye was the last man to see him alive – and they’d had a fight. A knife had been involved. Now the police in three countries were after Alistair: for murder; for drug smuggling. Two people knew that Alistair was innocent – Alistair himself and Claudia his wife. She could clear him. And she would. Wouldn’t she?