Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’

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.



Chetspeak on Sunday


February 7th, 2016 Posted 7:11 am

I ran onto the loading dock. Still some light left and I could see Peanut clearly. She was on the ground, walking toward the perp’s old – what was the word? – jalopy. That was it. She walked over to the jalopy, lifted one of her huge round feet and stomped down, crushing the whole front end. Why? I had no idea, but I liked it, liked it a whole lot. Then Peanut raised her trunk high and blew a beautiful trumpeting sound up toward the darkening sky. I loved that trumpeting sound – as good as Roy Eldridge or better – and was hoping for more, when the baboon blew right by me with a whoosh of air, flew out into the night and disappeared from view, although not before I saw that he had the sombrero.

I jumped down onto the ground and went over to Peanut. This was the Peanut Case, meaning she was my responsibility. First I had to get her attention. That probably meant waiting until she’d finished crushing the jalopy’s back end. It didn’t take long.



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