Beginnings: Bark To The Future

Sunday is for beginnings, when we take a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. Since we’re just 5 weeks or so from the release of Bark To The Future (the next Chet and Bernie novel, now pre-orderable – in a series that can be read in any order!), how about we got with it?

“Let’s see what this baby can do,” Bernie said.

And there you have it. Bernie’s brilliance, lighting up the whole oil-stained yard at Nixon’s Championship Autobody. Let’s see what this baby can do. Can you imagine anyone else saying that? I sure can’t. I wouldn’t even try, and who knows Bernie better than me? Sometimes humans talk to themselves, as you may or may not know. Humans have a lot going on in their heads. Too much? I couldn’t tell you. But I wouldn’t trade places. Let’s leave it at that. The point is that when they’re talking to themselves they’re trying to dig down through all the too-muchness and get to what’s at the bottom, digging, as it happens, being one of my very best things. Maybe we’ll get to that later. For now, the takeaway is that Bernie talks to himself in front of me. So I know what’s at the bottom of Bernie, way down deep, case closed. Closing cases is what we do, by the way, me and Bernie. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency – Little on account of that’s Bernie’s last name. Call me Chet, pure and simple. Our cases usually get closed by me grabbing the perp by the pant leg. Although there were no perps around right now and we weren’t even working a case, my teeth got a funny feeling.

Nixon Panero, owner of the shop and our good buddy, patted the hood of our new Porsche. We’ve had others – maybe more than I can count, since things get iffy when I try to go past two – but never one this old. Could I even remember them all? Perhaps not, although I have a very clear picture of the last one in my mind, upside down and soaring through snowy treetops, the windows all blasted out and me and Bernie also in midair, although slightly closer to the ground. I’d miss that Porsche – especially the martini glass decals on the fenders – but this one, with an interesting black and white pattern, as though a normal PD squad car was rippling its muscles, if that makes any sense, looked none too shabby. In fact, and in a strange dreamlike way, a thing of beauty. And to top it off, my seat – the shotgun seat, goes without mentioning – couldn’t have been more comfortable, the leather soft and firm at the same time, and possibly quite tasty. A no no, and I forgot that whole idea at once.

“One last thing,” Nixon said.



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5 Responses to “Beginnings: Bark To The Future”

  1. Herd of Hounds
    8:26 am on July 3rd, 2022

    Good morning everyone!
    We love how reading Chet’s narrative get us thinking like a dog. Wowser!
    Looking forward to the new C&B.

  2. B. Stover
    11:32 am on July 3rd, 2022

    Wonder what Nixon’s “last thing” is.

    Good day to all.

  3. Wose-The Small and Meek
    3:43 pm on July 3rd, 2022


    Since I do not drive, like Chet, my seat is always the shotgun seat. :^)

    RIO! Did you hear about the Cardinals/Phillies game yesterday?

    Good afternoon to all!

  4. mlaiuppa
    5:27 pm on July 3rd, 2022

    Five weeks? It’s only five weeks? It seems like I’ve been waiting forever. Spoiled by the two C&B last year.

    Now waiting for announcement for #14 for 2023.

  5. dawson
    10:14 pm on July 3rd, 2022

    BStover: New martini glass decals?

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