Dick Francis's Damage
A Novel of Suspense
(Sprache: Englisch)
Felix Francis continues his fathers legacy of bestselling adventures of murder and mystery Undercover investigator Jeff Hinkley is assigned by the British Horseracing Authority to look into the actions of a suspicious racehorse trainer, but as hes tailing his quarry, he witnesses a bloody murder.
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Felix Francis continues his fathers legacy of bestselling adventures of murder and mystery Undercover investigator Jeff Hinkley is assigned by the British Horseracing Authority to look into the actions of a suspicious racehorse trainer, but as hes tailing his quarry, he witnesses a bloody murder.
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New York Times bestselling author Felix Francis continues his father's legacy of suspense-driven fiction with Dick Francis's Damage...Undercover investigator Jeff Hinkley is assigned by the British Horseracing Authority to look into the activities of a suspicious racehorse trainer, but as he's tailing his quarry, Jeff bears witness to a bloody murder. Could it have something to do with the reason the trainer was banned in the first place—the administration of illegal drugs to his horses?
Soon it's discovered that many more horses have tested positive for stimulants—and an unknown person starts making demands, threatening to completely destroy the integrity of the racing industry. To protect the sport itself, Jeff must uncover the perpetrator. But he's up against someone who will stop at nothing to prevail.
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1
I ve had the test results and the news isn t good.
I couldn t get the words out of my head.
I was sitting in the shadows at the back of a race-program kiosk near the north entrance to Cheltenham racetrack, scanning the faces of the crowd as they flooded through the turnstiles.
I was looking out for any one of the fifty or so individuals who were banned from British racetracks, but my mind kept drifting back to the telephone conversation I d had that morning with my sister.
I ve had the test results and the news isn t good.
In what way? I asked with rising dread.
It s cancer, she said quietly.
I d feared so but had hoped desperately that I was wrong.
I waited silently. She d go on if she wanted to.
It s all a bit of a bugger. She sighed audibly down the line. I ve got to have surgery next Monday and then some chemo.
What s the surgery for?
To remove my gallbladder. That s where the cancer is.
Can you live without it?
She laughed. The gallbladder or the cancer?
Both.
I hope so. The laughter evaporated from her voice. Time will tell. Things don t appear very rosy at the moment. I may have only a few months left.
Oh God, I thought. What does one do when given that scenario? Do you try to carry on as normal or attempt to cram as much into the remaining time as possible? In reality, I suspected that treatment and feeling ill would take over everything. Not very rosy indeed.
I realized that I hadn t been paying attention to the flow of humanity passing by in front of me.
Concentrate, I said to myself, and went back to studying faces.
It was Champion Hurdle Day, the first of the annual Cheltenham Steeplechasing Festival, and, in spite of the inclement weather, a crowd of over fifty thousand was expected to cram into the Gloucestershire racetrack. Everyone had an
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umbrella or a rain hat of some kind ideal conditions for the unwelcome few to hide among the masses.
I knew by sight all those who had racetrack-banning orders, but I was on the lookout for one particular individual that our intelligence branch had suggested might come to Cheltenham that day.
A large man walked up to the kiosk to buy a race program, standing there while he hunted for change in his pockets. I shifted my position to see past him, looking over the head of the program seller who sat directly in front of me.
It was a role I was used to.
My name was Jeff Hinkley and I was an investigator for the British Horseracing Authority. Hence, I spent much of my time half hidden, scanning faces, watching out for those who had no place in racing. Not that being banned from entering racetracks ever stopped them trying.
Cancer of the gallbladder.
How could Faye, my big sister, have cancer of the gallbladder?
Faye was forty-two, twelve years my senior, and she had acted like a mother to me after our real mom had died when I was eight.
I wondered if cancer was hereditary.
Our mom had died of it but I didn t know where the cancer had been in her body. It was something that wasn t talked about either before or after her death.
I spotted a face in the crowd.
Nick Ledder, an ex-jock, banned from all racetracks for three years for attempting to bribe another young jockey to lose. I watched as he scanned his ticket and hurried through the turnstile with his coat collar turned up against the icy wind and a tweed cap pulled down over his forehead. It was his eyes that I spotted. It was always the eyes.
But his was not the face I was really looking for.
Nick Ledder was a small-time crook of limited intelligence
I knew by sight all those who had racetrack-banning orders, but I was on the lookout for one particular individual that our intelligence branch had suggested might come to Cheltenham that day.
A large man walked up to the kiosk to buy a race program, standing there while he hunted for change in his pockets. I shifted my position to see past him, looking over the head of the program seller who sat directly in front of me.
It was a role I was used to.
My name was Jeff Hinkley and I was an investigator for the British Horseracing Authority. Hence, I spent much of my time half hidden, scanning faces, watching out for those who had no place in racing. Not that being banned from entering racetracks ever stopped them trying.
Cancer of the gallbladder.
How could Faye, my big sister, have cancer of the gallbladder?
Faye was forty-two, twelve years my senior, and she had acted like a mother to me after our real mom had died when I was eight.
I wondered if cancer was hereditary.
Our mom had died of it but I didn t know where the cancer had been in her body. It was something that wasn t talked about either before or after her death.
I spotted a face in the crowd.
Nick Ledder, an ex-jock, banned from all racetracks for three years for attempting to bribe another young jockey to lose. I watched as he scanned his ticket and hurried through the turnstile with his coat collar turned up against the icy wind and a tweed cap pulled down over his forehead. It was his eyes that I spotted. It was always the eyes.
But his was not the face I was really looking for.
Nick Ledder was a small-time crook of limited intelligence
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Autoren-Porträt von Felix Francis
New York Times bestselling author Felix Francis is the younger of Dick Francis’s two sons. During the last forty years Felix assisted with the research of many of the Dick Francis novels, not least Twice Shy, Shattered, and Under Orders. Since 2006, Felix has taken a more significant role in the writing, first with Dead Heat and then increasingly with the bestsellers Silks, Even Money, and Crossfire, all father-son collaborations. He continued his father’s legacy with Dick Francis’s Refusal, Gamble and Bloodline.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Felix Francis
- 2015, 448 Seiten, Maße: 10,8 x 19 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0425276244
- ISBN-13: 9780425276242
- Erscheinungsdatum: 04.07.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Felix Francis[Felix Francis] has one priceless advantage. He couldn t have had a better teacher. The Washington Times
Francis ably follows in the footsteps of his father, Dick Francis Fans will have a hard time distinguishing this solid thriller from the father s work. Publishers Weekly
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