Dutton, February 2006
ISBN 0-525-47120-0

An excerpt from chapter one:

"The place on earth Felix Piloto loved best was a spot of red dirt two-thirds of the way toward third from second. Deep in the hole, his body folded nearly in half, his mitt dangling so close to the ground it blocked its own shadow.

Which is why it was unusual that he was wishing he was somewhere else—so out of character for him to be caught off guard when a high chopper nearly clipped him in the chin. Felix was good at anticipating the odd bounce, but he'd been distracted—looking at the sun, instead of the plate—trying to figure out what time it was and how soon he could leave."