Angol
The people he helps never learn his name. They find only a card with a single mark drawn in ink: ∞.
A new circuit has risen out of a fishing town on the Kerala coast, built with public money and opened with a gala, an airport and a mayor who smiles for every camera. The man the paddock calls the last gentleman driver flies in with a borrowed race car, a second car under a cover, and a hold no inspector has ever opened.
He means only to race. But the tea seller at the fence, the engineer sweeping the pit lane, the bartender on his double shift and four old men carrying cement up the grandstand all tell him their stories, and every story ends with the same name. In a town where the good men have learned to keep quiet, he listens, he waits for the slack tide, and before the rain comes in off the hills, he sets a dinner on the hill above the town.
A thriller of wet asphalt, monsoon skies and a town that learns to speak again. Book Two of the Slack Tide series.
