A plot to murder Albert Einstein is uncovered, and Toby Peters is hired to solve the mystery. But if Einstein can’t figure it out, what chance does Toby have?
A dentist dangles from the window of a swanky Park Avenue hotel, while Toby Peters, a Los Angeles detective who’s very far from home, clutches the man by his jacket, which is tearing slowly, stitch by stitch. Across the room, a dead man lies on the bed, his killer pounding on the hotel room door, which sounds like it’s going to give way 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 is 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 with one of the most famous threats to the Third Reich. Einstein hires Toby Peters to solve both problems, his life dependent on Peters being smarter, at least in this case, than he is.
