"No," Marius protested. "He's not good enough."
Piper Boles drew deep on his cigarette. He was hungry. He had to make 111 pounds tomorrow and had only a five-ounce steak in his belly. He resented fat people, particularly rich fat people. He was putting away his own small store of fat in real estate and growth bonds, but at 38 the physical struggle was nearly defeating him. He couldn't face many more years of starvation. A sense of urgency lately had led him to consider ways of making a quick $10,000. He said, "He's straight. It'll have to be him."
Marius thought it over, not liking it. "All right, then. Amberezzio."
Piper Boles prepared to move away. It didn't do for a jockey to be seen too long with Tollman, not if he wanted to go on riding second-string for the prestigious Somerset Farms, which he most assuredly did.
Marius said smoothly, "Did you give any thought to creating a diversion on Crinkle Cut?"
Piper Boles hesitated. "It'll cost you," he said.
"Sure," Marius agreed easily. "How about another thousand, on top?"
"Used bills. Half before."