Oz was here to watch the derby, along with a friend from the club and their wives. Sina wasn't much interested, but had taken up with the other woman to amuse herself, which left him with nothing to do but pay attention to the horses. The next race was about to begin and he had lazily retrieved the program from his pocket to see which he'd bet on for the next race when someone unexpectedly dropped into the seat beside him.

Oz leaned away from the man to take a better look at him: the cheap coat, the frayed edges on the cuffs, the cut of an untailored suit. He frowned. "I assure you you're mistaken."

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