Posts Tagged ‘Rick Torres’
August 7th, 2012 Posted 8:50 am
For figuring out the Torres brothers connection (and yes, they both appear in A Cat Was Involved), Rio wins a signed and paw-printed copy of the next Chet and Bernie mystery, A Fistful of Collars. (Note to Rio: no copies are available yet and won’t be for a few weeks. Patience!)
Welcome Disha and Rusty.
November 25th, 2010 Posted 8:18 am
Happy Thanksgiving to all the Plunderers, all readers of this blog, and everyone who has been reading the stories about me and Bernie. Also to anyone who cares about the nation within the nation.
Right now we’re up and doing, Bernie, me, Suzie. We’ve all got our individual jobs. Mine is security. A squirrel invaded the yard but I handled that and now everything’s quiet. Soon Rick Torres is coming, bringing some kids from a homeless shelter, and we’ll be playing football. Touch football, which means no tackling. I had a hard time remembering that last year, but I know I’ll do much better today.
The only bad thing is we don’t have Charlie this year. He, Leda, and Malcolm are headed down to Cabo. Except, whoa, what’s this I see out the window? Leda driving up? With Charlie beside her? And no Malcolm? So therefore? I don’t know. Bernie handles the so therefores. That’s part of the reason for the success of the Little Detective Agency.
Please note: Mike Baker will be running some tests on the blog over the holiday.
November 13th, 2010 Posted 9:23 am
Rick Torres came over last night with his new girlfriend. Her name’s Lucinda and she’s not that comfortable around me and my kind. You pick that up right away here in the nation within. They all started talking politics, whatever that is – Bernie, Suzie, Rick, Lucinda. Sometimes human voices start rising, first one, then another, and soon they reach an unpleasant volume. What they were talking about was kind of hard to follow, but one thing I picked up on was pretty exciting: there are blue dogs in politics! Maybe not as many as there used to be, but still: I’m for them. I’ve never actually seen a blue dog before, although come to think of it, Iggy can look kind of bluish in certain lights.
There he is at the window now. I stare at him. He stares back. He is looking a bit bluish today. I’ve never thought of Iggy as the leader type, but maybe I’ve been wrong all this time. Now he’s prancing around. What’s that he’s got in his mouth? That bedroom slipper? I can almost taste it, I want it so bad. Is that what politicians do, tease you with bedroom slippers?
February 5th, 2010 Posted 8:16 am
Spence and Admin are still kicking the biopsy question around, whatever that might mean. Bernie says that sometimes he wants to crack their pointy head together. Meanwhile, we’re getting excited about the Super Bowl. We always go to a party at the Dry Gulch Steak House and Saloon, where they’ve got a nice patio out back. Last year Bernie wore his best Hawaiian shirt, the one with the trumpets. He lost it to a gambler named Sid Siegel, but that won’t happen this year since Sid’s now wearing an orange jumpsuit up at Central State. Once we worked a case, me and Bernie, involving an actual football player who had something bad going on the side, can’t remember what. I ended up tackling him – in the end zone! – although it was only a practice. Still, Sergeant Torres said I was a natural-born linebacker. Not sure what that is, but I felt pretty good about it. Still do!