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3.5 stars. The thing that I like about Francis novels is how unique each one is, always with a different protagonist with a different job that is somehow related to horse racing, and that they are short and uncomplicated, for the most part. This one veers off into the longer and more complicated realm that didn't work for me. Tony Beech is a wine seller who is catering a party for a trainer when a horse trailer breaks loose, crashes into the tent and kills 8 people. There is a police investigation and at first they think that the crash was a deliberate attempt to kill a sheik who died but then it was determined that a child got into the trailer and released the hand break so it was all an accident. This takes up the first quarter of the book and is wholly unnecessary and has nothing at all to do with the rest of the story. The only thing that happened at the party that was relevant was that a man who owns a restaurant also died and just moments before the crash the party host was asking Tony if he would go to that restaurant and taste the scotch because he thought that they were selling cheep scotch and trying to pass it off as more expensive brands. And the party host mumbled something about this to the police when he was dragged from the party tent after the crash so Tony ends up at the restaurant the next day, tasting scotch and red wine and finding that they were indeed fakes. There could have been a much quicker and simpler way to get to that point. What follows is a long, convoluted search for the culprits that involved lengthy explanations about how to taste the difference between grain and malt liquor and the various different chemical components of scotch and wine which produce a DNA profile of sorts that should match up to other fakes from the same batch. When the wine manager at the restaurant turns up dead and thugs break into Tony's wine shop looking for the fake scotch and wine he took from the restaurant they realize that this isn't just a small time scam. And things turn dangerous for Tony when he is shot trying to stop the thugs from stealing his wine. After much tasting and talking about scotch and wine, they eventually trace the fakes to the caterer at the local race track which then leads them to the bottling plant and to the killers. Not bad but a bit too long winded for my taste.