Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’
September 25th, 2016 Posted 9:35 am
“Good news or bad?” said Winkleman.
Bernie put the laptop on the table, turned it so Winkleman could see, and plugged in the camera. “These are in sequence,” he said, “time stamped at the bottom left.”
Winkleman looked at the pictures, his face gray in the laptop’s light. His sad eyes got sadder. “Who is he?” he said.
Bernie was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Does it really matter?”
Winkleman thought. His thoughts weren’t like soft breezes, were more like dark shadows that I didn’t want near me. “Guess not,” he said. “What’s the point?” He put his head in his hands. This happens sometimes, maybe like the human head can get to be too much to support.
– from TO FETCH A THIEF.
August 7th, 2016 Posted 8:04 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.
– from TO FETCH A THIEF.
July 12th, 2016 Posted 9:15 am
5.0 out of 5 stars – Wonderfully addicting – July 10, 2016
Blythe F. Toussaint on TO FETCH A THIEF:
This is the third book in the series, and I can’t wait to go on to the fourth. Chet is a fantastic narrator. Seeing the world through his dog’s-eye-view is fantastic. It creates wonderful point of view opportunities that Quinn uses creatively and masterfully. Fun!
June 26th, 2016 Posted 9:28 am
Brexit got us thinking of exits. So for Chetspeak this Sunday, here’s an exit scene from TO FETCH A THIEF:
The room was on fire – the bed, the walls, everything – with sheets of flame bursting up to the ceiling and tearing right through. And so much smoke, hurting my eyes, filling my nose in a horrible way. Where was Bernie? I couldn’t see him, couldn’t smell him, could only smell smoke. I barked and barked again.
And there he was, almost lost in the smoke, crawling on the floor, but in the wrong direction, toward one of the burning walls. I ran over – the air so hot now, crackling all around – and pushed at Bernie, turning him around. He got a hand on me, staggered to his feet. Then came another boom and the whole outside wall vanished and burning stuff started pelting down on us like a fiery rain. We dove through the space where the wall had stood, rolled into the street, got up and ran, me and Bernie together.
We turned to watch. The motel went up in flames. They rose to the sky and from their very tips hurled red fragments of curtains and bedding and furniture even higher. Maybe it was kind of beautiful in a way.