Bill Shannon never wanted to do anything but play the horses ever since his grandfather took him to the race track in 1955. It was a family tradition. When his grandfather died, he abandoned thoughts of glory and slid into the mainstream of American existence, married and went to California. He taught school. He played golf. Life was good. Then his wife died and everything changed. He sold their possessions. Went back home to Chicago. Wandered Arlington Park trying to recapture his youth and met an ex-Chicago cop named Ranger. He had a checkered past he never talked about but wore on his sleeve.
Then someone broke into a fellow horseplayer and psychologically challenged computer geek's apartment and put him a coma. Ranger vowed to find the assailant. Shannon balked. He had disavowed violence. Too many bad memories. They gave him the shakes. He changed his mind when his childhood nemesis reappeared and sent him pell-mell into a web of Chicago corruption and blackmail where he discovered a part of himself he thought long buried.
First in the series