One of the youngest winners of the Grand National, Nick ��oxy��Foxton suffered a near-fatal injury that cut short his career. Years later, he�� out for a day at the Grand National races when his colleague, Herb Kovack, is shot at point-blank range right in front of him. Like the police, Nick is baffled: Why would anyone kill such an apparently gentle soul?
Then Nick finds a threatening note in the dead man�� coat, and he begins to doubt how well he really knew his friend. And on discovering that Herb named him beneficiary in his will, Nick wonders why he�� been entrusted with the legacy. Is this a generous gift from a friend, or is it, in fact, a poisoned chalice?
Then Nick finds a threatening note in the dead man�� coat, and he begins to doubt how well he really knew his friend. And on discovering that Herb named him beneficiary in his will, Nick wonders why he�� been entrusted with the legacy. Is this a generous gift from a friend, or is it, in fact, a poisoned chalice?