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Hatori Suzuki farmed in California until February '42. After three years in Utah he'd moved to his sister's in Nebraska. Mom said he'd changed, but Nick couldn't remember Uncle Hatori as anything different; smart, dry-humored, obsessed with racing.
Nick learned at Friday night dinners, starting with win, place, and show, and moving to the tougher stuff: superfectas, combinations, finding the right bookie.
Mom complained, but Nick was a cop, so he could assure her it wasn't a big deal. At least not the kind of bets they placed.
They buried Hatori three years ago, but Nick never misses a race.