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  1. Cover
  2. FIND THEM DEAD
  3. Dedication page
  4. Maps
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  22. FOUR MONTHS LATER
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  117. GLOSSARY
  118. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  119. NOW A MAJOR ITV SERIES
  120. I FOLLOW YOU
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  127. DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
  128. FIND THEM DEAD
  129. The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
  130. Also by Peter James

She was enjoying the company of Nick’s mates and their partners who shared the ownership of Colin’s Brother, and looking forward to the race, the Butler’s Wine Cellar Hurdles, due to start in just over a quarter of an hour, at 3.35 p.m. A short while earlier they’d stroked the horse and chatted to the jockey, who was bullish. He’d ridden to victory in this same race last year and said the thoroughbred was on peak form. The going – good to soft – was the one in which Colin’s Brother performed best.

Knocking back the rest of the contents of her glass, she said to her friends, ‘Just going to check out the odds on our nag with the bookies.’

‘I’ll come with you,’ Peter Dean said. ‘I’ve a good feeling about our chances today.’

‘Me too!’

Dressed like a true racegoer, in her smart Barbour, designer jeans and ankle boots, and accompanied by Dean, sporting a trilby hat, his enclosure pass hanging from his neck along with binoculars in an ancient leather case, they walked out into a cloudy, blustery afternoon with the threat of rain in the air. As they hurriedly threaded their way through the crowd of people, many similarly garbed themselves, holding race cards or folded copies of the Racing Post, kindly Peter Dean asked, ‘So how are you doing?’

The former family doctor had, for some years, been the Coroner for Suffolk. He understood the pain of bereavement like few others of Meg’s circle of friends.

‘I’m OK – looking forward to a new challenge, whatever that might be. But I’m really missing my baby!’

‘When is she coming home?’

‘Not until the end of August. Then in October she’s off again to Edinburgh Uni.’

‘To study to become a vet, right?’

Meg nodded.

‘Must be tough to have to let her go. But you’re lucky, you know, Meg. She’s a good kid.’

She gave him a wan smile. ‘She is.’

‘Listen, this summer you must come out for a day on our boat on the Thames!’

‘I’d love to.’

They reached the bookmakers, each of them with a line of punters queuing to place bets. ‘See you back in the enclosure?’ she said.

‘I’m going to go up in the grandstand to watch the race with Daniel,’ he said.

‘I’ll find you guys there.’

The first stall bore the name PHIL HOMAN at the top of a tall board. The names and odds of each horse in the race were listed below, and at the bottom were posted the words EUROS TAKEN.