At the opening of The Race, Forrest Evers, the dashing, cultured hero of Formula One, has just won the Grand Prix of Monaco. His celebration is cut short, though, when he is told by telegram to report to the New York office of his corporate sponsor so they can fire him in person. Ellie Chapman, the beautiful CEO of the company, tells him that she has lost twelve million dollars of the company's money and they can no longer afford to back his career. When Evers offers to arrange a sting to get the money back, The Race takes off with the speed and thrills of a 200-m.p.h. race that doesn't let up until the checkered flag.
The target of Evers's scam is Billy Fraser, a brash American executive who rules a global media empire. To bait the trap for Fraser, Evers borrows a friend's private jet to zip down to that Caribbean capital of money laundering and shady business deals, the Cayman Islands. Once the deal is set up, though, Evers becomes a marked man. As he trots the globe trying to salvage the deal and stay on the racing circuit, it becomes clear that someone wants him dead.
The danger and intrigue finally come to a head at the story's pulse-quickening climax, which takes place at the biggest race of the year, the Indy 500. With The Race, Bob Judd again demonstrates the writing skill that led Jackie Stewart to say of Formula One, "It reads like a Dick Francis on wheels."
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About the Author
That floored me. I'd driven racing cars, and I never had any time at all, arriving at corners, in Jackie's phrase, "in a flurry of feathers and blood."
But when Jackie was racing he had "plenty of time" because he could divide time into thousandths of a second. And I thought, if I could capture that intensity, ferocity and detail, I could put you behind the wheel of a Formula One car.
I wrote my first novel, Formula One, and gave the manuscript to Jackie. He took it with him on a flight from London to San Francisco. "You've done it, Bob," Jackie wrote on a postcard. "You are the Dick Francis of motor racing."
Bob Judd also writes under the pseudonym Forrest Evers.