The author reminded me why I don't prefer to gamble. I hate to lose! Am I the only one? More precisely, I wouldn't want to lose some gangster's money hell-bent of taking it out on my hide. This character-driven narrative moved along at the speed of a bullet. In fact, it came down to many at the end.
Professional gambler Johnny Chapman had found himself on the flip side of winning. Not a good place to be. Especially, when the money he lost wasn't his. He'd overextended himself with a bundle of cash to loan shark, Harrison Barrymore. Bad news for Johnny - his loan's been called in.
Turns out Harrison's not such a bad fellow after all. Softened up while tied to a chair, Johnny had been given an ultimatum: either fix a dog race or die. Will it be box number one or box number two? That was an easy one. The fix was in. After being untied, Harrison handed him a syringe filled with some type of liquid. An injection ensured a less-than-stellar performance for the canine champion. Now all that was left was to stick the dog. No problem. Right?
Race day had come. Shortly before post time, Johnny found the kennel where the dog was being kept. Surprisingly, he got in with no problems. Supermax it wasn't. So far so good. The Moment of Truth came when he found the dog. Everything went to pieces when he looked into the soft brown eyes of the racing champion. His ship was sunk. No way he could slip that dog a Mickey. All he could do was hope for the best, plan for the worst. A silent prayer was made to the god of dog racing. Second place - second place.
From The spectator stands, he watched the incredible four-legged athlete bolt to another first-place finish. There is no God. Looks like he's stuck with box number two. With Harrison's goons on his tail, another race was underway. Survival. Only there's no finish line.
My appreciation sent to NetGalley and Black Opal Books for this Arc in exchange for an unbiased review.