Against All Odds (Arabesque)
“He’d invited Jason to stay with him in Beaver Ridge, rather than at a hotel in Frederick, reasoning that if he was seen with a stranger of Jason’s description—big, tough, jaded, and possibly a crime buster—the criminal or criminals might be alerted to the ring tightening around them. His intention had been to have his assistant bring him up to date on affairs at his New York office, but he remembered that Jason had been a police detective until he’d quit after having been wounded. He told Jason about the problems at the leather factory.
“I suppose you’ve planted one or two specialists there whom you can trust.”
“Yeah. But they’re poor detectives—these incidents take place all around them.”
Jason interlocked his long brown fingers and leaned back in his straight chair. “Adam, this thing could involve people in more than one state. Maybe you should contact the FBI.”
“I’ve thought of that, and I’ve postponed doing it, but if nothing else, the Feds could give me some advice.”
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