I marvelled at the way Americans claim to be the champions of the world at something that no one else does — like the winners of the Super Bowl who are officially crowned as the World Champions even though no other country is allowed to enter a team in the competition, not even Canada.
‘So when do you expect to hear back from your man?’ I asked.
‘He said it might take a few days. He’s been at a rodeo in Las Vegas and he won’t return to his office until Wednesday morning.’
‘Didn’t you tell him it was urgent?’ I implored.
‘The guy has worked for us all weekend,’ Tony said in his defence. ‘So he’s entitled to a couple of days off playing the slots and tables. He is still the best man for the job, so be patient.’
I had never been very good at being patient.
Playing the slots and tables, indeed.
If I was busting my gut here seven days a week, why wasn’t everyone else?
Charlie Hern took morning exercise on Wednesday, standing on the platform by the training track with a stopwatch in his hand, while the horses were galloped in turn by Victor Gomez.
‘Where’s Mr Raworth?’ I asked Victor as he came back to the barn to change horses.
‘He gone visit family,’ Victor said.
‘Where to?’ I asked.
‘El Paso,’ Victor replied. ‘He back Friday maybe, or Saturday maybe. Depends traffic.’
‘Has he driven all the way to El Paso?’
Victor nodded.
It was 2,000 miles by road from Baltimore to western Texas.
‘Perhaps he no like airplanes,’ Victor said, before disappearing back to the track on Paddleboat.
Perhaps he no like airplanes.
Oh yeah? Who was Victor kidding?
Raworth was a man who regularly spent a third of each year in Florida, another third in California, and the rest of the time in New York, with training barns in each place. He would be as accustomed to getting on and off aircraft as most people were buses.
Was this the mistake we were hoping for?
I took a chance by going back to the bunkhouse to call Tony immediately. All the grooms were at work so the place was deserted.
‘Raworth is in El Paso,’ I said. ‘He went there by road from Pimlico.’
‘That’s a hell of a drive,’ Tony said. ‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’
‘That he’s driven all the way to El Paso to refill the cryogenic flask with EVA-infected Quarter Horse semen from the family ranch? No commercial airline would allow him to fly with liquid nitrogen in his baggage.’
‘No way,’ Tony said in agreement.
‘We can’t be sure about them having EVA at the ranch until your man in Colorado gets back to us.’
‘I’ll get him home from his gambling today,’ Tony said decisively. ‘Did you say Raworth has a Jeep Cherokee?’
‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘A white one.’
‘Registered in which state?’
I tried to conjure up a mental image of the vehicle registration plate.
‘New York, I think. The Empire State.’
‘I’ll get the licence plate from New York Department of Motor Vehicles and then Homeland Security can track him across the country using their automatic licence plate recognition cameras.’
‘How many of those do they have?’
‘Lots, with hundreds more going up every month on every Interstate and in most cities across the country. Don’t tell anyone though. The majority of Americans complain bitterly about their lack of privacy as it is but, if they really knew how much their government spied on them, they’d throw a fit. The cameras track people all over the country and match them to various databases such as known criminal, wanted person, gang member, missing person, immigration violator, even tax avoiders and those on the sex offender registry, not to mention terrorist suspects. The Los Angeles Police even want to use the camera data to send letters to the owners of all vehicles that enter areas of high prostitution to warn them to stay away.’
They ought to threaten to send letters to their wives, I thought.
‘Could they also find out if Raworth has driven to El Paso before?’
‘Probably. It depends on how long ago. They don’t keep the data indefinitely.’
‘It won’t be very long,’ I said. ‘There was still liquid nitrogen in the flask at Pimlico, so it had to be only a few weeks ago at most.’
‘I’ll get it checked right away,’ Tony said. ‘Call me later.’
We hung up and I walked slowly back to the barn, thinking.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ Keith shouted at me, making me jump. ‘Paddleboat has been back in his stall for ages.’
‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘I’ve been to the jacks.’
‘Well don’t,’ Keith said. ‘The horses’ comfort comes before yours.’
I hurried off down the shedrow to deal with Paddleboat.
‘Raworth’s Jeep left the hotel parking lot at the Hyatt Regency in Baltimore Harbor at five after eight, Eastern Daylight Time, last Sunday morning, overnighted at the Garden Tree Motel east of Memphis, Tennessee, and joined I-10 from I-20 fifty miles short of the family ranch at 8.52 p.m., Mountain Time, on Monday evening. That was the last camera he passed. Raworth was the only person on board throughout. He stopped for gas five times. I have the names of the gas stations if you want them, and their closed-circuit footage showing him there along with copies of his credit card receipts for both the gas and the motel.’
I was impressed.
‘How did you get this so fast?’ I asked, worried he might have used his own FACSA agents.
‘I was at detective school with the current Director of Homeland Security. I asked him for a favour and he ran it this afternoon as a training exercise for his staff. They are good — very good. Even I think so. And, you were dead right. They also picked up that Raworth’s Jeep had recently taken that journey before. He started out from his home in New York April twenty-fifth and arrived El Paso the twenty-seventh. On that occasion he left for Louisville April twenty-ninth, then drove back to New York May tenth, three days after the Kentucky Derby.’
‘It all fits,’ I said.
‘So now can we arrest him?’
‘Only if he has the cryogenic flask with him when he turns up back here at Belmont and we’re absolutely sure it is full of frozen sperm containing the EVA virus. Then you can hang him out to dry, but I really want to get your mole as well into the bargain.
‘And how are you going to do that?’ Tony said excitedly.
‘I’m working on it.’
27
George Raworth arrived back at Belmont Park shortly after nine o’clock on Saturday evening.
I knew he was coming.
I had spoken to Tony after my supper on Friday and he’d told me that the Jeep was again on the move.
‘It is amazing how it can be tracked in real time,’ Tony said. ‘If Raworth were a terrorist they could call in a drone strike to take him out.’
He’d been watching too many movies, I thought. A drone strike directed at a vehicle on home soil might have raised a few awkward questions in the US Congress.
Tony gave me two other important pieces of information as well.
The first was that Debenture had indeed failed the drug test after the Maryland Sprint Handicap.
‘He had excess cobalt in his system,’ Tony said.
‘Cobalt?’
‘Just so. Not a huge amount, mind. The test found seventy-two parts per billion of cobalt while the permitted threshold level in Maryland is only fifty.’
I’d heard of the use of excess cobalt before, in particular in Australia where a trainer had been disqualified from racing for fifteen years for giving it to his horses, and I’d done some research on the subject in London.