The Stumbling Technique

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June 29th, 2022 Posted 8:15 am

Sometimes we stumble into timeliness. Here, from The Numbers After Two, one of the stories in Short Tails, the new Chet and Bernie collection:

“What am I looking at?” Bernie said.
“Familiar with crypto currency, Bernie?”
“Only the term.”
“Own any?”
“Nope.”
“Me neither,” Crommie said. “Wouldn’t go near it. For starters there’s the name – crypto! I mean, come on! It means hidden. You want me to put my money in something hidden?”

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Pub Day!

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June 28th, 2022 Posted 8:07 am

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Patience Please

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June 27th, 2022 Posted 8:04 am

Questions arising on this. Tour details for Bark To The Future, the new Chet and Bernie novel (8/9, pre-orderable) – a virtual and live combo – will be coming soon!

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Beginnings

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June 26th, 2022 Posted 8:55 am

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 Short Tails, the new Chet and Bernie short story collection, comes out on Tuesday, how about we go with the start of one of those stories, The Iggy Papers?

“Well lookie here,” said Nixon Panero, the best car repair dude in the whole Valley, reaching deep into the engine of the Porsche, not the old one that had gone off a cliff or the older one that got blown up, but the oldest – meaning our new one – with the cool martini glasses on the fenders, a beautiful touch added by Rui, Nixon’s paint guy who happened to be a real artist, trained by Andy Warhol, whoever he happened
to be. Or possibly someone who’d met Andy in lock-up, if I had the story straight. Nixon was also our buddy, although he’d been a perp at one time, a perp we’d collared and sent up the river, collaring perps being what we do at the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie. It’s called the Little Detective Agency because Bernie’s last name is Little. I myself get along very well without a last name. Call me Chet, pure and simple. The river, by the way, has no water in it. Water’s a problem out here, hard to understand since all our golf courses – and we’ve got them out the ying yang – are nice and green. It’s all about the aquifer, Bernie says, and once I’d seen the aquifer with my own eyes, nothing but a tiny puddle way down at the bottom of a deep construction site, which was when I knew he was right. The lesson? Bernie is always the smartest human in the room. Just remember that and you’ll be OK.

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