It’s dead heat at the horse track for a thriller writer determined to solve a real-life murder case.
Lawrence Lariar was one the most popular cartoonists of the twentieth century. But from the 1940s through the 1960s, he also crafted a line of lean and mean detective and mystery novels under his own name as well as the pseudonyms Michael Stark, Adam Knight, Michael Lawrence, and Marston La France. Lariar now gets his due as a leading artist in hardboiled crime fiction.
Mystery author Dave West is working out the details of a new crime. This one’s personal. His uncle Jack, the best harness racer on the Long Island circuit, was shot dead after his last competition. Tabloid wags claim the lure of dirty money made him throw the race. And a chump in on a fix makes for an easy mark.
It’s up to Dave to do what professional dicks can’t: clear his uncle’s name and find the killer. But that means infiltrating the moneyed world of horse-owners and ruthless gangsters. Not to mention the mercenary wives who have a secret or two all their own. Dave thinks he’s found one he can trust.
At least he hopes so. Because he’s neck deep in a criminal conspiracy that’s yet to claim its last victim.
