Spce Latin Karla

And Ursula, Oliver said, if you find him—Shane, that lad—I'll put business your way for the rest of my life.
I could see that to her, a middle-rank bloodstock agent, it was no mean promise.
All right, she said briskly. You're on. I'll start spreading the pictures about at once, tonight, and call you with results.
Ursula, I said, if you find where he is now, make sure he isn't frightened off. We don't want to lose him.
She looked at me shrewdly. This is roughly police work?
I nodded. Also, if you find anyone who employed him in the past, ask if by any chance a horse he looked after fell ill. Or any horse in the yard, for that matter. And don't give him a name ... he isn't always called Shane.
Is he dangerous? she said straightly.
We don't want him challenged, I said. Just found.
All right. I trust you both, so I'll do my best. And I suppose one day you'll explain what it's all about?
If he's done what we think, I said, we'll make sure the whole world knows. You can count on it.
She smiled briefly and patted my unplastered shoulder. You look gray, she said, and to Oliver, Tim told me a horse kicked him and broke his arm. Is that right?
He told me that, too.