I moved up beside Hale Martin. Coming from the stable area toward the track was an entourage of horses and horse keepers. There was a big chestnut horse with a rider up and a groom on either side holding a shank. With them were two other horsemen, one on each side. The chestnut was tossing his head and skittering sideways as he came.
"Jimbo?" I said to Martin.
"Jimbo," Martin said.
The outriders gave with him as Jimbo skittered, and closed back in on him when he stopped. Riding him was a red-haired girl who might have been seventeen. The grooms and the outriders were men. One of the outriders had a cast on his right leg. He rode to the right, so that the injured leg was away from Jimbo.
"What about the guy with the cast?" I said.
Martin grinned.
"Jimbo," he said.
When Jimbo was on the track, the outriders peeled off and sat their horses in the shade near the track entrance. The grooms unsnapped their lead shanks at the same time and stepped quickly away. Jimbo reared and made horse noises. The red-haired girl held his head straight, sitting high up on his shoulders as if she were part of the horse. She gave him a light tap on the backside with her whip, and Jimbo tossed his head and began to move down the track.
"Run him a lot," I said. "Get him tired."
"Just makes him cranky," Martin said, his eyes following Jimbo. The redhead let him out and he began to sprint.
"Has he killed anyone yet?"
"Nope."
"But he might," I said.
"He wants to," Martin said.
"You have to handle him like this all the time?"
"Yep."
"Is it worth the bother?"
"He can run," Martin said.
"How about gelding?"
"Somebody gelded John Henry," Martin said. "Do you know how much money that cost them?"
"Stud fees?"
"You bet."
"You mean you'd let Jimbo loose with a mare?"
"He's different around mares," Martin said.
"Him too," I said.
TEN
MICKEY BLAIR WENT out of the track office with a springy walk that made her long blond braid bounce against the full length of her spine. She left the door open behind her. Through the open door, I could look straight along the stable row where the horses hung their heads out of their stalls and looked around. It reminded me of one of those streets in Amsterdam where the whores sat in windows.
I had a yellow legal-size pad on the desk by my right
hand, and a nice Bic pen lying on it at a rakish angle. The pad was blank. I had spent the day interviewing stable crew about the attempt on Hugger Mugger and had learned so little that I thought I might have crossed into deficit. I looked at my watch. Twenty to five. Penny Clive came in wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt and a black jacket. She went to the refrigerator, took out two Cokes, and handed me one. She sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table. I was able to observe that her jeans fit her very well. It was about the only thing I'd observed all day.
"You got him in your sights?" she said.
"I think I know somewhat less than I did this morning."
"Oh dear," Penny said.
We each drank some Coke.
"I gather my sister came to visit," Penny said.
"Where did you gather that?" I said.
She smiled and shrugged.
"Daddy likes to know what SueSue and Stonie are up to," she said.
"So you keep an eye on them?"
"It's a small community," Penny said. "I usually know what's going on in it."
"Someone at the motel tipped you."
She smiled.
"Because you'd alerted them," I said.
She continued to smile.
"Because you figured she'd come to call," I said.
"SueSue is predictable," Penny said.
"Who keeps an eye on you?" I said.
"I'm self-regulating," Penny said, and her smile increased so that the laugh parentheses at the corners of her mouth deepened. "I hope SueSue wasn't offensive."
"Not at all," I said.
"She has a problem with alcohol," Penny said.
"I gathered that she might."
"And men," Penny said.
I was quiet. Penny was quiet.
Finally Penny said, "Did she come on to you?"
"I wondered how you were going to get to it. Straight on is good."
"Thank you. Did she?"
"I think that's between SueSue and me," I said.
Penny nodded.
"Of course," she said. "I'm sorry to be cross-examining you."
"Just doing your job," I said.
"It's not like it sounds," she said. "My sisters are both, what, wild? Daddy is just trying He's being a daddy."
"How are the marriages?" I said.
"They don't work very well."
"Children?"
"No."
"How's Daddy feel about that?"
"He wants an heir."
"Is it up to you?" I said.
She almost blushed.
"Not yet, not now," she said. "I've got too much to do here. Three Fillies is a huge operation, Daddy can't run it by himself anymore."
"Gee, he looks fine," I said.
"Oh, he is. But he's got too much money now. He's too important. He travels a great deal now. He and Dolly. He just can't concentrate anymore on the day-to-day grind of it."
"How about the sons-in-law?" I said.
She shrugged. "They're married to his daughters," Penny said.
"Isn't Cord the executive VP?"
"Yes."
"And Pud is?"
"VP for marketing."