Felix Francis - Dick Francis's Gamble

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Felix Francis continues his father's New York Times- bestselling legacy with another edge-of-your-seat read that's classic Francis.
Nicholas "Foxy" Foxton, a former jockey who suffered a career- ending injury, is out for a day at the Grand National races when his friend and coworker Herb Kovak is murdered, execution style, right in front of him-and 60,000 other potential witnesses. Foxton and Kovak were both independent financial advisers at Lyall Black, a firm specializing in extreme-risk investments.
As he struggles to come to terms with Kovak's seemingly inexplicable death, Foxton begins to question everything, from how well he knew his friend to how much he understands about his employer. Was Kovak's murder a case of mistaken identity…or something more sinister?

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“OK, I will. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”

“Right,” said Patrick. “Oh yes. Another thing. That policeman called yesterday asking for you.”

“He didn’t call my mobile. It was on all day, although the damn thing doesn’t work here. My mother lives in a mobile-phone signal hole.”

“No, well, that wouldn’t have mattered anyway because it seems he was rather rude to Mrs. McDowd so she refused to give him your number. She told him you were unavailable and not to be contacted.”

I laughed. Good old Mrs. McDowd, one of our fearless office receptionists.

“What did he want?” I asked.

“Seems they want you to attend at Herb’s flat. Something about being his executor.” He gave me the policeman’s number, and I stored it in my phone. “Call him, will you? I don’t want Mrs. McDowd arrested for obstructing the police.”

“OK,” I said. “See you tomorrow.”

I disconnected from Patrick and called Detective Chief Inspector Tomlinson.

“Ah, Mr. Foxton,” he said. “Good of you to call. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” I replied, wondering why he would ask.

“Is your toe OK?” he asked.

“Sorry?”

“Your toe,” he repeated. “Your receptionist told me about your operation.”

“Oh, that,” I said, trying to suppress a laugh. “My toe is fine thank you. How can I help?”

“Was Mr. Kovak in personal financial difficulties?” he asked.

“In what way?” I said.

“Was he in debt?”

“Not that I am aware of,” I said. “No more than any of us. Why do you ask?”

“Mr. Foxton, are you well enough to come to Mr. Kovak’s home? There are quite a few things I would like to discuss with you, and I also need you, as his executor, to agree to the removal of certain items from his flat to assist with our inquiries. I can send a car, if that helps.”

I thought about my planned day at Cheltenham Races.

“Tomorrow would be better.”

“Of course,” he said. “How about eight a.m.?”

“Eight tomorrow is fine,” I said. “I’ll be there.”

“Do you need me to send a car?”

Why not, I thought. “Yes, that would be great.”

I’d have to develop a limp.

Billy Searle was in no mood to explain to me why he suddenly needed his money.

“Just put the bloody cash in my bank account,” he shouted.

We were standing on the terrace in front of the Weighing Room before the first race and heads were turning our way.

“Billy, for goodness’ sake calm down,” I said quietly but determinedly.

It didn’t work.

“And what the hell are you doing here anyway?” he shouted back. “You should be at your desk getting my bloody cash together.”

More heads turned.

So much for Patrick’s instruction to keep things discreet.

“Billy, I’m only trying to help.”

“I don’t need your fucking help!” He curled his lip and spat out the words, spraying me with fine drops of spittle.

The racing journalists were moving ever closer.

I dropped my voice, leaned forward and spoke directly into his ear. “Now, listen to me, you little creep. You clearly need someone’s help, and I’m on your side.” I paused. “Call me when you’ve calmed down. The money will be in your bank by Friday.”

“I told you I need a hundred grand by tonight,” he was shouting and almost crying. “I need my money today.”

We were now the center of attention for half the Cheltenham crowd.

“Sorry,” I said quietly, trying to maintain some level of dignity. “That’s impossible. It will be there by Friday, maybe by Thursday if you’re very lucky.

“Thursday will be too late,” he screamed at me. “I’ll be fucking dead by Thursday.”

There was no point in us standing there arguing, with all the racing world listening to every word, so I simply walked away, ever-conscious of the hacks gathering around us like vultures, their pencils now scribbling ferociously in their notebooks. At least there was no sign of Martin Gifford, the five-star gossip, but he’d no doubt know every detail by the end of the day.

“Why are you trying to murder me?” Billy shouted after me at full volume.

I ignored him and continued over towards the relative privacy of the pre-parade ring where I called the office to check how the liquidation of Billy’s assets was progressing.

Mrs. McDowd answered. Patrick and Gregory didn’t like automated telephone answering and faceless voice mail. “Our clients need to know they are dealing with real people,” they said. Hence we employed Mrs. McDowd, and also a Mrs. Johnson, to answer the telephones.

“What on earth did you say to that policeman?” I asked her. “He’s being uncommonly nice to me.”

“I told him you were having an ingrown toenail removed.”

“Why?”

“Because he was bloody rude to me,” she said with indignation. “Spoke to me as if I was the office cleaner, so I told him you couldn’t be reached. The trouble was, he wanted to know why you couldn’t be reached, so I told him you were unconscious and having an operation. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but the damn man was persistent, I’ll give him that. Demanded to know what you were having done so I told him it was an ingrown toenail. I could hardly make it something more serious, now could I? Not with you up and about, like.”

“Mrs. McDowd, if I ever need someone to make up an alibi, I promise I’ll call you,” I said, never thinking for a second that I would need an alibi much sooner than I realized. “Can I speak to Miss Diana, please?”

She put me through.

The sale of Billy Searle’s assets was progressing smoothly, albeit with a sizable loss on some of my recent bond purchases. But did I care? No, probably not. Billy deserved it. I chided myself a little for such non-IFA thoughts, but I was only human. I thanked Diana and disconnected.

“Hello, lover boy,” said a voice close behind me. “On the phone with my competition?”

“Please stop,” I said with mock indignation, “people will talk.”

Jan Setter cuddled herself up to my back.

“Let them talk,” she said while giving me a tight hug, pressing her whole body against mine. “I want you.” She said it in my ear with passion.

This was the second time in two days she had made a pass at me in public, and there was nothing casual and lighthearted about this one. Perhaps she really was serious, and that could be a problem. I had always rather enjoyed my flirtatious friendship with Jan, but that was because I had believed we were both just having a bit of verbal fun with no prospect of any actual physical contact. Now, it seemed, the stakes had been raised quite a few notches.

I pulled her arms away from my waist and turned around.

“Jan,” I said firmly. “Behave yourself.”

“Why should I?” she asked.

“Because you must.” She turned down the corners of her mouth like a scolded child. “For a start,” I said, “I’m too young for you.”

“Oh thanks a lot,” she said crossly, stepping back. “You really do know how to make a woman feel wanted.”

There was no mock indignation here, she was angry and hurt.

“Look,” I said, “I’m sorry. But I never intended this to get out of hand.”

“Nothing has got out of hand,” she said. “Things are just as they have been before. Nothing has changed.”

But we both knew things had changed, and there would be no going back to what we had been before.

“Great,” I said.

She smiled at me ruefully. “But you will let me know if you change your mind.”

“OK.” I smiled back at her. “What do you have running?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Most of mine have finished now for the summer.” She paused. “I only came today because I hoped you would be here.”

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Alexander 13 декабря 2023 в 12:26
Reading & listening "Gamble" made an impression on me being an English teacher HERE...
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