One of the youngest winners of the Grand National, Nick "Foxy" Foxton suffered a near-fatal injury that cut short his career. Years later, he's out for a day at the Grand National races when his colleague, Herb Kovak, is shot at point-blank range right in front of him. Like the police, Nick is baffled: Why would anyone kill such a gentle soul?
Then Nick finds a threatening note in the pocket of the dead man's coat and begins to question how well he really knew his friend. When he discovers that Herb named him sole beneficiary in his will, Nick wonders why he's been entrusted with the legacy. Is this a generous gift from a friend, or is it, in fact, a poisoned chalice?