The horses were running at Agua Caliente. To a tall, spare, compulsive horseplayer named Ernest Havemann, that was reason enough to abandon temporarily the mission that had brought him cross-country to Los Angeles. He caught the next plane south. He had been to the Mexican race track many times before, usually in the same noble cause: a crack at the track's 5-10 pool, a lush bale of lettuce divided among bettors who have picked the most winners in the fifth through the tenth races.* Havemann invested $96 in an array of 48 likely combinations,...
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