Chapter Twenty-seven
Donald flapped his gums as we walked towards the horse stables.
He yapped on about how these stables contained some of the most expensive horse flesh in the country. As Donald talked, I turned slightly and noticed Zombie-boy follow. He was a few steps behind and slowly moved to my right. If he came any closer, I’d take a backward step and give him an elbow in the guts to make his day.
I decided to ignore him and focus on Donald.
“All these fine horses will battle for this afternoon’s big race, Mister Dallas.” Donald started to explain his business interests in a horse named Dark Marne. “Mister Dallas, I pride myself in acquiring the best that money can buy, sir. I have invested a large amount of capital on Dark Marne. I have ensured any requirements requested by th
