Gregory Mcdonald - Fletch and the Man Who

Once an investigative reporter of questionable methods, Fletch hasnt been a practicing journalist for years, but when agents Eggers and Fabens approach him with too much information about himself and an invitation to the American Journalism Alliance convention, how could he refuse? So he finds himself enlisted as a spy among his peers. But before he can even set up his surveillance, theres a murder. And almost everybodys a suspect.

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Fletch is finally getting hitched, and somebody delivered a letter from his fatherwhom Fletch has never metwith an invitation for the couple to visit him in Nairobi for the honeymoon. But as soon as they land, the chaos begins. Theres a murder at the airport, reports of the old mans incarceration, and the hospitality (and evasiveness) offered by Pops best friend, who flies them across the continent, just a step or two behindor maybe ahead ofthe old rascal.

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Fletchs trip to Brazil wasnt 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 him and the Brazilian widow whos convinced that hes her long-dead husband, Fletch suddenly doesnt have much time to enjoy the present.

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It might have been an accident that brought down the Boeing 707 over Boston Harbor. But it seems unlikely, with so many potential targets on board: the heavily insured Federal judge; the has-been British actor; the middleweight champ; the Middle Eastern finance ministerand its up to good inspector Flynn to get to the bottom of it.

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Someone is giving away hundreds of millions of dollars, and Flynn has to find out who in a hurry. As he races from Texas to Las Vegas, from Massachusetts to Russia, Flynn quickly discovers that this is neither the pastime of an eccentric billionaire nor a nefarious counterfeiting scheme. Someone is trying to wreck the nations economy and, bizarrely enough, is spending a lot of money to do it.

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Flynn is no stranger to the bizarre, the perverse, or the ridiculous. But when he is suddenly summoned by the Police Commissioner DEsopo to a secret wilderness compound far outside their jurisdiction, he is a little surprised to find himself the hostage of a secret club of the nations most powerful and peculiar and forced to conduct a clandestine murder investigation. But before one murder is even solved, membership at the Rod and Gun club continues to drop.

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When Flynns barely adolescent daughter asks him to rescue her friend from the cemetery, where hes been fastened to a tree by a nail through his earlobe, Flynn is pretty sure theres something more behind what seems like a bullys prank. And hes convinced there is more than mischief involved in the threats against the Harvard professor Louis Loveson. If that werent enough, Lieutenant John Kurts impressive arrest record follows some very disturbing patterns.

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GREGORY MCDONALD
Fletch and the man who

The author of twenty-six books, including eleven Fletch novels and four Flynn mysteries. He has twice won the Mystery Writers of Americas prestigious Edgar Allen Poe Award for Best Mystery Novel, and was the first author to win for both a novel and its sequel. He lives in Tennessee.

1

Fletch, my man! Good! You got here!

Where?

Shirtless and shoeless, Fletch was standing in a midtown motel room in a middle-sized town in a middle-sized state in Middle America. He had turned on the shower just before the phone rang.

I want you to go to Dads suite, Walsh Wheeler said. Immediately. 748.

Why dont you say Hello, Walsh?

Hello. The sounds behind Walsh were of several people talking, men and women, the clink of glasses, and, at a distance, heavy beat musicbar noises.

Why dont you ask me if I had a nice flight?

Stuff it. Isnt time for all that.

Are we enjoying a crisis already?

Theres always a crisis on a political campaign, Fletch. On a presidential campaign, all the crises are biggies. Youve only got a few minutes to learn that. Despite the background noises, Walsh was speaking quietly into the phone. Wait a minute, he said. At the other end of the phone someone was speaking to Walsh. Fletch could not make out what the other person was saying. His mouth away from the phone, Walsh said. Any idea who she is? There was more conversation wrapped in cotton. Is she dead? Walsh asked.

Steam was coming through the door of Fletchs bathroom.

Whos dead? Fletch asked.

Thats what were trying to find out, Walsh said. Your plane was late? Youre late.

Landed unexpectedly in Little Rock. Guess the pilot had to drop off some laundry.

You were supposed to be here at six oclock.

Your dads very popular in Little Rock. Took a survey of an airport security cop. He said, If Wheeler doesnt become our next President, guess Ill have to run for office myself. What a threat!

Speaking away from the phone again, Walsh Wheeler said, Whoever she is, she has nothing to do with us. Nothing to do with the campaign.

Fletch said, I wish I knew the topic of this conversation.

Im downstairs in the lounge, Fletch, Walsh said. Ill handle things here, but you get yourself to Dads suite tout.

Its ten-thirty at night, isnt it?

About that. So what?

Ive never met the candidate. Your esteemed pa. The governor.

Just knock on the door. He doesnt bite.

And then what do I say to the next President of These United States? Wanna buy a new broom?

Never known you to be at a loss for words. Say, Hello, Im your new genius press representative.

Barging in on The Man Who at ten-thirty at night without even a glass of warm milk

He wont be in bed, yet. Doctor Thoms still down here in the bar.

Now, look, Lieutenant, a little clarification of orders would make the troops a little more lighthearted in their marching.