Two special needs teenagers enter an orientation program at Prairie Winds Golf Course but unknowingly get caught in an Internet dating ring after an unethical attorney files a bogus insurance claim.
Pabby and Shae, teens with special needs hoping to expand their experience outside Footprints of Hope Foster Care Center, arrive at Prairie Winds Golf Course on the east side of St. Louis.
Innocence and youthful enthusiasm get caught in an undercurrent of sinister events. Civil injustice prompted by an unethical attorney arrives in the form of a bogus insurance claim. Alcohol and greed taint a dishonest judge. An Internet dating site feeds an affair. Shady police work attempts to stain the reputation of head pro, J Dub Schroeder. As the court spins out of control an ethics board investigation and an edgy game of instant messaging tempt the hands of fate.
Savant-like tendencies, Dementia and flying falcons intertwine with Native American customs, thoroughbred racing and a trip up the river road to Lighthouse Point.
A retired barrister hints about a corrupt underground society. Can revealing a dark secret settle PABBY'S SCORE?
“Do you know what all of this means?” Doc asked as he pointed to the stats in the racing form.
Pabby shook his head negatively.
Doc reached into his pocket and retrieved his reading glasses. Pabby watched as they fell halfway down the bridge of his nose. Doc licked his lips and reached to turn the form slightly. “This paper tells you all about how fast these horses run.”
“Have you ever been to a horse race before?” Paul asked.
Pabby shook his head. His wide eyes did not conceal his excitement.
“Maybe we can take you to one someday,” Doc said.
“I’d like that,” Pabby said.
“But if we’re going to do that maybe it would be better to show you how to read one of these so that you’ll be able to appreciate the horses more.”
“It’s a lot more fun to watch the horses that win the race than the ones that lose,” Paul explained.
“If we can pick the winning horse then we might have an opportunity to go down to the winner’s circle and stand close to it or get our picture taken with it,” Doc said.
Pabby gnawed at his lower lip as he watched the words come out of Doc’s mouth. “Yeah!”
Doc twisted his head so that he could read the form better. “Now look, each one of these horses has a name.”
“And each one of them has a jockey,” Paul followed, “you know, a little guy that rides them during the race.” He pointed to a spot on the racing form. “His name is listed right here.”