Posts Tagged ‘It’s A Wonderful Woof’

Caravaggio …


September 17th, 2021 Posted 8:20 am

… died in 1610. He’s a big influence on some film makers (e.g. Martin Scorsese). And does he somehow figure in It’s A Wonderful Woof, the next Chet and Bernie novel (Oct. 19)? Only one way to find out! (Actually not true, of course – you could simply ask someone who’s read the book and keep that $ in your pocket!)





September 16th, 2021 Posted 1:15 pm

“No phone, no computer, no gun,” Bernie said. “It’s like the dog that didn’t bark.”

After that he took the photo off the wall and the sheet of paper off the desk and we headed downstairs. He might have done a few other things but I was too distracted to notice. The dog that didn’t bark? What did that even mean? We bark, period. We can bark all day and all night for any reason or for no reason at all. Was Bernie under some sort of strain? I gave him a close look.




September 13th, 2021 Posted 8:43 am

“Ha!” Bernie said at last, and he put on the party hat.

The woman laughed. “There we go,” she said. “Isn’t laughter the best medicine?” She gave Bernie what I believe is called a quick up from under look. “Or at least second,” she added.

Now a new scent started to come off Bernie. Did I make it clear he’s helpless around a certain kind of woman?




September 7th, 2021 Posted 7:59 am

Bernie shot Victor a sideways glance. “So what are you doing in a place like this with a guy like that?”

“Like I said, I’m branching out. I was planning on bringing him in. There’s a ten thousand dollar reward from the state Longhauler’s Association. Nothing to sneeze at.”

And sure enough neither of them sneezed. It turned out I was following this back and forth rather well, a bit of a surprise.

“You were planning to bring him in without cuffs?”

“I confess it slipped my mind.” Victor lowered his voice. “But I’m armed, Bernie.”


Victor shifted slightly, a movement that made him groan. “Stupid thing got stuck in my back pocket. That’s when the situation began to deteriorate.”

“You have a firearm stuck in your back pocket?”

“Duly licensed.”

“Is the safety on?”

“You push it forward for that? Or is it the other way?”

“How did you get into this business?” Bernie said.

“I’m a researcher par excellence,” said Victor. “It seemed like a logical extension.”

“Roll over,” Bernie told him. “Slow and easy.”

“Huh? What are you trying to do?”

“Clear that weapon from your pocket without killing anyone,” Bernie said.


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