Fletch
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“Yes, sir.”
“Cracked ice.”
“Of course, sir.”
At ten o’clock the next morning, his two ex-wives, Barbara and Linda, each having given up her own apartment, would be moving into his apartment, to live with each other.
“Then I would like the club steak. Fairly rare.”
“As another supper, sir?”
“Yes.”
“I see, sir.”
And shortly after ten o’clock in the morning, a warrant for the arrest of Gillett, of Gillett, Worsham and O’Brien, would be issued, for aiding a fugitive escape justice.
“With the steak I would like an ale. Do we have ale on board?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s fine. It should be very cold.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fletch was flying over Mexico with three million dollars in tens and twenties in two attaché cases.
“Would you like your first martini now, sir?”
“We’d better start sometime. We’re only going as far as Rio.”
ALSO BY GREGORY MCDONALD
CONFESS, FLETCH
The flight from Rome had been pleasant enough, even if the business he was on wasn’t exactly. Fletch’s Italian fiancée’s father had been kidnapped and presumably murdered, and Fletch is on the trail of a stolen art collection that is her only patrimony. But when he arrives in his apartment to find a dead body, things start to get complicated. Inspector Flynn found him a little glib for someone who seemed to be the only likely suspect in a homicide case. With the police on his tail, Fletch makes himself at home in Boston, breaking into a private art gallery, “entertaining” his future mother-in-law, and visiting with the good Inspector Flynn.
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FLETCH’S FORTUNE
Fletch hasn’t been a practicing journalist for years, although people remember him and he still has a few contacts. Enjoying himself on the French Riviera, developing a killer tan, and sleeping with the neighbor’s wife, Fletch is feeling pretty flush. But when agents Eggers and Fabens show up with a little more information about Fletch than he is comfortable with and an invitation to the American Journalism Alliance, he soon finds himself enlisted as a spy among his peers. But before he can even set up his surveillance, there’s a murder. And almost everybody’s a suspect, because a lot of people were employed by Walter March, and most of them had a reason to hate him.
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FLETCH WON
As a fledgling reporter, Fletch is doing more flailing than anything else. That and floating around from department to department trying to figure out where he fits in. His editor’s got him pegged for the society pages, but the kind of society Fletch gets involved with is anything but polite. His first big interview, a millionaire lawyer with a crooked streak and an itch to give away some of his ill-gotten gains, ends up dead in the News-Tribune’s parking lot before Fletch can ask question number one. So Fletch ends up going after the murderer instead. At the same time, he’s supposed to be covering (or maybe uncovering) a health spa that caters to all its clients’ needs, and gets hired as a very personal trainer.
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FLETCH AND THE WIDOW BRADLEY
When Fletch calls in to the News-Tribune, he discovers that he might just be out of a job. If Tom Bradley, the chairman of Wagnall-Phipps and one of Fletch’s principal sources—and not incidentally, the source of his paper’s embarrassment—is dead, who’s been signing his name to company documents, and why doesn’t the company treasurer seem to know? If he’s alive, how come his widow, Enid, has Tom’s ashes on the mantel? Fletch may have more questions than answers on his hands, but he knows he’s a pretty good reporter, and if he’s going to get his reputation back, not to mention his job, he’s going to have to get to the bottom of more than one mystery.
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FLETCH, TOO
Fletch is finally getting hitched. It’s a small affair, just a few friends, the bride’s parents, the groom’s mother, and—just maybe—his father. Except Fletch has never met his father. But somebody delivered a letter from Fletch senior that contained an invitation to visit him in Nairobi for the honeymoon, along with a pair of plane tickets. No sooner does the couple land in Africa than the search for Fletch’s father begins. There’s a murder at the airport, reports of the old man’s incarceration, and the hospitality (and evasiveness) offered by Pop’s best friend, who flies them across the continent, just a step or two behind—or maybe ahead of—the old rascal.
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CARIOCA FLETCH
Fletch’s trip to Brazil wasn’t exactly planned. But he has plenty of money, thanks to a little arrangement made stateside. And it took him no time to hook up with the luscious Laura Soares. Fletch is beginning to relax, just a little. But between the American widow who seems to be following Fletch and the Brazilian widow who’s convinced that Fletch is her long-dead husband, Fletch suddenly doesn’t have much time to enjoy the present. A thirty-year-old unsolved murder, a more recent suicide, and an inconvenient heart attack—somehow Fletch is connected to all of them, and one of those connections might just shorten his own life.
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