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July 8th, 2018 Posted 8:35 am

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams books in chronological order, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here from 2011 – #25, TO FETCH A THIEF, third in the Chet and Bernie series. Chet faces a big challenge: how to come to terms with Peanut the elephant – a character he often thinks about in later stories.

[“Terrific. . . . Quinn radiates pure comedic genius via Chet’s doggy bright narrative. You don’t have to be a dog lover to enjoy this deliciously addictive series.”
– Publishers Weekly (starred review)]

“I smell trouble,” Bernie said.

Better stop right there. Not that I doubt Bernie. The truth is I believe everything he says. And he has a nice big nose for a human. But what’s that saying? Not much.

It’s a fact that trouble has a smell – human trouble especially, sour and penetrating – but Bernie had never smelled trouble before, or if so he hadn’t mentioned it, and Bernie mentioned all kinds of things to me. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie, Bernie’s last name being Little. I’m Chet, pure and simple.

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June 24th, 2018 Posted 8:15 am

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams books in chronological order, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here from 2010 – #24, THEREBY HANGS A TAIL, second in the Chet and Bernie series. Among many other things, Chet has an encounter with aging hippies. I love writing about hippies!

[“Quinn has a gift for hardboiled and Kibbled dialogue, and his novels are a delicious mix of comedy, of quirky character studies (in the manner of Elmore Leonard or Carl Hiaasen) and Sam Spade-style action. I can’t think of a better break from the headlines.”
– Booklist]

The perp looked around – what nasty little eyes he had! – and saw there was nowhere to go.

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June 17th, 2018 Posted 8:11 am

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams books in chronological order, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here from 2010 – #23, BULLET POINT, a YA novel with hardboiled roots.

[“Gutsier and sexier than most YA novels dare, Abrahams’s thriller wrenches guts with a Richard Price-like facility. Readers will be as irretrievably drawn in as Wyatt.”
– Daniel Kraus, Booklist Starred Review]

Times were bad. Baker Brothers Iron and Metal Foundry went bankrupt. They fired everybody, including Rusty Halenka, who’d worked the seven-to-five on the main furnace for fourteen years. That meant he was around the house a lot. Rusty was Wyatt Lathem’s stepdad. They hadn’t gotten along when times were good.

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June 10th, 2018 Posted 9:01 am

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams books in chronological order, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here from 2009 – #22, DOG ON IT, first in the Chet and Bernie series. It reached #7 on the NYT bestsellers list.

[“At last, a dog lover’s mystery that portrays dogs as they really are…. Quinn’s characters are endearing, and his narrative is intriguing, fast-moving, and well written. Even cat lovers will find it entertaining. [DOG ON IT] is highly recommended.”
– Library Journal (starred review)]

I could smell him – or rather the booze on his breath, before he even opened the door – but my sense of smell is pretty good, probably better than yours. The key scratched against the lock, finally found the slot. The door opened and in, with a little stumble, came Bernie Little, founder and part-owner (his ex-wife Leda walked off with the rest) of the Little Detective Agency. I’d seen him look worse, but not often.

He mustered a weak smile. “Hey, Chet.”

I raised my tail and let it thump down on the rug, just so, sending a message.

“I’m a little late, sorry. Need to go out?”

Why would that be? Just because my back teeth were floating? But then I thought, what the hell, the poor guy, and I went over and pressed my head against the side of his leg. He scratched between my ears, really digging his fingers in, the way I like. Bliss. How about a little more, down the back of the neck? I hunched my shoulders a bit, giving him the idea. Ah, nice. Very nice.

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