By Richard Abshire
Ex-Dallas-cop-turned-private-eye likes good Scotch on the rocks, and his new client, Guy Borodin, makes him a such a drink or two when he hires Jack to tail his wife and get photos of her with her lover. It sounds like the kind of case Jack likes—simple. But Jack can’t leave things alone. Something’s not right. Is it the naked nymph shimmering in Borodin’s pool? The unlikely set of characters Ms. Borodin is associating with? Or just a hunch? Almost as much as he likes Scotch, Jack likes to play his hunches. This time, it gets him mixed up in an international plot to smuggle something terribly valuable OUT of the country.