Beginnings

Sunday is for beginnings, when we take a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. Since we’re just 2 days from the release of Bark To The Future (the next Chet and Bernie novel, now pre-orderable – in a series that can be read in any order!), how about we go with it and get you started?

“Let’s see what this baby can do,” Bernie said.

And there you have it. Bernie’s brilliance, lighting up the whole oil-stained yard at Nixon’s Championship Autobody. Let’s see what this baby can do. Can you imagine anyone else saying that? I sure can’t. I wouldn’t even try, and who knows Bernie better than me? Sometimes humans talk to themselves, as you may or may not know. Humans have a lot going on in their heads. Too much? I couldn’t tell you. But I wouldn’t trade places. Let’s leave it at that. The point is that when they’re talking to themselves they’re trying to dig down through all the too-muchness and get to what’s at the bottom, digging, as it happens, being one of my very best things. Maybe we’ll get to that later. For now, the takeaway is that Bernie talks to himself in front of me. So I know what’s at the bottom of Bernie, way down deep, case closed. Closing cases is what we do, by the way, me and Bernie. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency – Little on account of that’s Bernie’s last name. Call me Chet, pure and simple. Our cases usually get closed by me grabbing the perp by the pant leg. Although there were no perps around right now and we weren’t even working a case, my teeth got a funny feeling.

Nixon Panero, owner of the shop and our good buddy, patted the hood of our new Porsche. We’ve had others – maybe more than I can count, since things get iffy when I try to go past two – but never one this old. Could I even remember them all? Perhaps not, although I have a very clear picture of the last one in my mind, upside down and soaring through snowy treetops, the windows all blasted out and me and Bernie also in midair, although slightly closer to the ground. I’d miss that Porsche – especially the martini glass decals on the fenders – but this one, with an interesting black and white pattern, as though a normal PD squad car was rippling its muscles, if that makes any sense, looked none too shabby. In fact, and in a strange dreamlike way, a thing of beauty. And to top it off, my seat – the shotgun seat, goes without mentioning – couldn’t have been more comfortable, the leather soft and firm at the same time, and possibly quite tasty. A no no, and I forgot that whole idea at once.

“One last thing,” Nixon said.

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9 Responses to “Beginnings”

  1. Herd of Hounds
    8:35 am on August 7th, 2022

    Two!

  2. Wose-The Small and Meek
    9:04 am on August 7th, 2022

    Greetings!

    Love Chet’s description of the new Porsche….”a normal PD squad car was rippling its muscles.” :^)

    Good Sunday to all!

  3. B. Stover
    11:27 am on August 7th, 2022

    Great beginning.

    Good day to all.

  4. mlaiuppa
    5:22 pm on August 7th, 2022

    I hope this new Porsche lasts longer than the Martini Glass one did.

    Two days. TWO DAYS. At last, at last. So very close.

    Bark to the Future will be released on National Book Lover’s Day. Rather apropos.

  5. Herd of Hounds
    5:46 pm on August 7th, 2022

    Mlaiuppa, not sure how you know all these special days, but we love hearing them.

  6. mlaiuppa
    7:57 pm on August 7th, 2022

    Nationaltoday dot com

  7. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    10:00 pm on August 7th, 2022

    Chili!…HOT! Green! CHILI! was made today…snort!…blink!blink!blink!…Plus its so hot outside we just stayed inside and baked in chili fumes all day…yeeep!…I’m starting to dislike August around here. Not a good month for me….sneeze!wheeze!…Almost got rain but not really enough to matter…grump!

  8. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    10:44 pm on August 7th, 2022

    Gift!…Heh!…My friend is going to give a jar of that hot hot hot green chili to her neighbors across the street…snort!…She called her neighbor when the hospital called and said she could come pick up mother. WELL! We did not expect that as they used to have a van that would bring people from the hospital in Des Moisne to our town hospital…wiffle!…So my friend called over to the neighbor gal across the street and of course she said she would take my friend to go get mother….wheeze!…This neighbor made mention that her and her beloved husband really “liked” hot chili…. Gawd Bless them. I fear for their taste buds I really do….yeeep!…Anyway tomorrow my friend will present them with a jar of chili and a bag of tortillias and thank them for their ever present neighborlyness. …chuffle!

  9. mlaiuppa
    11:35 pm on August 7th, 2022

    Glad to hear mother is coming home. I think some home made chili is a lovely appreciation gift to the neighbor being neighborly.

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