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Preorder Reminder


June 19th, 2019 Posted 8:00 am

There’s still time to preorder HEART OF BARKNESS and get the new Chet and Bernie short story – called Upper Story for reasons that will become apparent – for free. “Free” and “new” are the two best words in advertising, according to long-ago ad man David Ogilvy. This one has both! Sort of!




June 16th, 2019 Posted 8:19 am

On Sundays we do beginnings, taking a look at the first few lines of a Peter Abrahams book, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. (As a bonus, we get to write that strange word, moniker, once a week.) How about today we do the beginning of HEART OF BARKNESS, the new Chet and Bernie novel coming July 2?

“Red-letter day, Chet,” said Sergeant Rick Torres, our buddy at the Valley PD Missing Persons Department. “In the car.”

Red-letter day was a mystery to me, and maybe red is, too. Bernie says I can’t be trusted when it comes to red, something I’ve never understood. I knew fire hydrants were red, for example, knew that as well as I know my own name. Which is Chet, in case you missed it, right up there off the jump. I also know “in the car,” and never need to be asked twice. Or even once.




June 11th, 2019 Posted 4:53 am

” … funny, charming, well-written and thoroughly enjoyable especially for dog people … If you love dogs, it’s a no-brainer you’ll love the series.” —Mark Rose

Pub date – July 2. Still time to take advantage of the preorder offer and get the new short story UPPER STORY for free!





June 2nd, 2019 Posted 9:45 am

On Sundays we do beginnings, taking a look at all the books written by Peter Abrahams including under the Spencer Quinn (strange word coming up warning) moniker. Here’s the beginning of the brand new Chet and Bernie short story UPPER STORY – free to all pre-orderers of HEART OF BARKNESS (pub date July 2, link below).

A window high up at the back of a warehouse in South Pedroia slid open and out climbed Chuckie Kindrachuk. Upper story dudes tend to be on the lean and nimble side, in my experience, but Chuckie was neither. He shifted his lumpy backpack, which seemed to prefer riding on Chuckie’s lumpy side instead of his lumpy back, and extended a hand for the nearest drainpipe. The moon shone on his moon-shaped face. Hey! Had Chuckie actually added a few pounds since the last time I’d seen him? He extended his hand a little more, the look in his eyes excited, hopeful, and a bit crazy, a look you often saw in perps at just such a moment. You had to like Chuckie, and I did. In fact, I liked most of the perps and gangbangers we’d sent up the river – not a river with water in it, our rivers being pretty much dry here in the Valley.


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