Only Toby Peters stands in the way of a plot to murder Albert Einstein
A dentist dangles from the window of a swanky Park Avenue hotel. Toby Peters, a Los Angeles detective who’s very far from home, clutches the man by his jacket, which tears slowly, stich by stich. A dead man lies on the bed, while his killer batters the room door, which is going to pieces as quickly as the dentist’s jacket. Somehow, this entire mess is Albert Einstein’s fault.
Two nefarious groups have been threatening the great physicist. One, a ring of blackmailers who claim to have evidence that he has been passing nuclear secrets to Russia. The other, a gang of Nazi assassins intent on doing away one of the most famous opponents of Hitler’s rule. Einstein hires Toby Peters to nip both problems in the bud. But if Einstein can’t figure it out, what chance does Toby have?