Jason Wambaugh

Jason Wambaugh, Jack's best friend from a from a poor Polish family, was six feet two and two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. If he had lived his early life on the straight and narrow he would have been a hell of a linebacker for the Portland Bulldogs in high school. I had played with him over the last 10 years in pickup games and I hated when he was on the opposing side. But Jason had spent more time in Juvenile Hall then in school. My first run in with him had been as he tried to escape from Juvie and I was a rookie. I caught him as he emerged from the river that bordered the property, which was a favorite escape route. He was seventeen at the time, although rough in action and talk, he was also extremely intelligent. I was told by his case worker that his IQ was at genius level.

My father’s best friend was Conner Weston who owned a private detective agency in Portland called Weston Private Eye. Conner was looking for someone to work for him that had street smarts so I introduced him to Jason. Conner took him under his wing and transformed this troubled kid into one shrewd private eye. Conner Weston eventually retired and Jason took over.

Married to Shannon