Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’
November 23rd, 2014 Posted 7:36 am
Amy’s voice came through the speakers. “And – the results were negative.”
The blood drained from Bernie’s face. All at once he went from looking great to looking terrible, like this sick old guy who sometimes goes past our house in a wheelchair. “Oh, God,” he said. “Negative?”
“That’s good news, Bernie,” Amy said. “The best. Negative is good.”
“Negative is good?”
“It means no malignancy,” Amy said. “It’s just a benign growth, may shrink and vanish on its own, and easily removable if not.”
The blood came rushing back to Bernie’s face. It turned bright red – I had no doubt about that, no matter what anyone says about me and color – and he smiled a smile so big his eyes practically disappeared. What the hell was going on? “Thank you,” Bernie said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Amy laughed and said goodbye. Bernie patted my head, kind of hard, actually. “Good boy,” he said. “Way to go.”
Nice, but what had I done?
- from TO FETCH A THIEF.
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November 17th, 2014 Posted 8:14 am
Which we haven’t shown for a while. They now hang in a nice spot in the office. Many thanks to Rio, and Floyd Harris, the woodcarver.
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November 3rd, 2014 Posted 6:47 am
5.0 out of 5 stars – Love these books! – November 2, 2014
Sylvia Valdez on TO FETCH A THIEF:
I LOVE these books!! I love Chet!! I love Bernie!! I’m on my fifth book and plan to read them all:) I hope Mr. Quinn will keep these book’s coming!
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October 5th, 2014 Posted 7:35 am
I took a quick sniff, smelled no trouble whatsoever, just as I’d expected, but did smell lots of other stuff, including burgers cooking on a grill. I looked around: no grill in sight, and this wasn’t the time to go searching, although all at once I was a bit hungry, maybe even more than a bit. We were on the job, trailing some woman whose name I’d forgotten. She’d led us out of the Valley to a motel in a flea-bitten desert town. That was what Bernie called it – flea-bitten – but I felt no fleas at all, hadn’t been bothered by them in ages, not since I started on the drops. But the funny thing was, even though I didn’t have fleas, just the thought of them suddenly made me itchy. I started scratching, first behind my ear, soon along my side, then both at once, really digging in with my claws, faster and –
“Chet, for God’s sake.”
I went still, one of my back paws frozen in mid-air. Bernie gave me a close look. “Don’t tell me I forgot the drops?” I gave him a close look right back.
- from TO FETCH A THIEF.
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