Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’

Chetspeak on Sunday


May 15th, 2016 Posted 8:17 am

Bernie came into the kitchen looking great, all back to normal. No dried blood, no zigzag groove. “Any chance someone’s hungry?” he said. Bernie was a good guesser. Who’d said that recently? I tried to remember, soon gave up. “Any of that salami left?” Bernie opened the fridge. Salami? You bet there was some left, and I knew right away, but it took him a while to find it. “Thought, I’d … ah, here we go.” Soon Bernie was slicing a nice fat salami. He put some slices in my bowl, mixed them in with kibble. Then he heated up coffee from yesterday or maybe the day before, sliced some more salami for himself, and sat at the table. I poked through my bowl, gobbling up all traces of salami before I had even one bit of kibble. We had a nice breakfast.



Random Amazon Review We Like


April 9th, 2016 Posted 9:11 am

5.0 out of 5 stars – BUY IT! You’re welcome. :) – March 21, 2016.

Porcelain goddess on TO FETCH A THIEF:
Delightful, and I’m not even a dog person. Highly, highly recommend it. The author obviously has a dog. The story is told from the dog’s perspective and once you clue into that, which you’ll do almost immediately, it’s hilarious!


Chetspeak on Sunday (Monday Edition)


February 22nd, 2016 Posted 7:50 am

Our client was a sad-eyed little guy named Marvin Winkleman who owned a ticket agency downtown. Don’t ask me what a ticket agency is. What’s important is that he thought his wife was cheating, and coughed up the $500 retainer. Don’t ask me about the cheating part, either. It’s a human thing; we operate differently in my world. “Just find out, one way or another,” Winkleman said. “I’ve got to know.”

Later, driving away, Bernie said, “Why do they always have to know? What’s wrong with ignorance is bliss?” I had no idea.



Chetspeak on Sunday


February 14th, 2016 Posted 7:23 am

And Happy Valentine’s Day! Valentine’s Day doesn’t come up in the C&B novels (so far) but there are some scenes of passion:

All of a sudden a woman called out from the nearest ramshackle house: “Lola! Donde estas? Lola?”

Lola? A cool name, but the interruption was inconvenient. A flashlight went on, and the beam began sweeping the yard.

“Lola! What the hell?” The beam passed over us, came back, and stayed, circling us in bright light. “Dios mio! Aqui!” Very inconvenient, because we were occupied. And then just like that – in the way the very best things can sneak up on you – we weren’t! Lola scooted away and took off toward the house, glancing back once. Those small watchful eyes: I’d never seen anything quite like them. The next moment something got thrown at me, missing by a mile, whatever that was. “Perro malo – vayase!” Meaning what? Not sure, but I caught the tone and ambled off. I felt tip-top, just about the highest tip-top I can feel. It was great to be south of the border down Mexico way.



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