Riding High

He was a jockey called Jose Ramirez. He'd been dead a long time.
His arms were scarred with needle-tracks. But it was a knife, not heroin, that had killed him.
Alistair Rye was the last man to see him alive—and they'd had a fight. A knife had been involved. Now the police of three countries were after Alistair: for murder; for drug smuggling. Two people knew that Alistair was innocent—Alistair himself and Claudia his wife. She could clear him. And she would. Wouldn't she?