Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’
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.
Note: Still working on a fix for the Friends gallery. No uploading possible at this time.
June 3rd, 2014 Posted 8:07 am
5.0 out of 5 stars - Chet the Jet wins again! - May 31, 2014
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April 17th, 2014 Posted 9:32 am
5.0 out of 5 stars – another laugh aloud Chet and Bernie – April 15, 2014
bkluvr on To Fetch A Thief:
In this Chet and Bernie mystery, Chet makes some unusual new friends, gets into some serious trouble, and of course saves the day. All of this happens in Mr. Quinn’s usual totally adult style, with real pathos, humor, and of course satisfaction at the end. ! can’t imagine a more engaging read than the Chet and Bernie books.
Welcome new friend (see galery) Max from Israel.
April 13th, 2014 Posted 7:55 am
“I’m Autumn,” the young woman said, closing the door.
“That’s a nice name,” Bernie said.
“I found it online,” Autumn said.
“Oh,” said Bernie.
She looked at me. “Is this Chet? Livia asked me if he was with you.”
“Yup,” Bernie said.
“Can I pat him?”
“He hates that.”
“You’re joking right?”
Of course he was. Bernie’s quite the joker at times, not always the right ones. But in this case everything worked out fine. Autumn turned out to be an excellent patter. The young ladies in houses of ill-repute were always excellent patters, although why I wasn’t sure. What the whole business was about, meaning what was actually for sale – for example, Max’s Memphis Ribs sold ribs – remained a mystery to me.
- from To Fetch A Thief.