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Dog on It A Chet and Bernie Mystery [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Quinn, Spencer
  • Author:  Quinn, Spencer
  • ISBN-10:  1416585842
  • ISBN-10:  1416585842
  • ISBN-13:  9781416585848
  • ISBN-13:  9781416585848
  • Publisher:  Atria Books
  • Publisher:  Atria Books
  • Pages:  336
  • Pages:  336
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-2009
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-2009
  • SKU:  1416585842-11-MING
  • SKU:  1416585842-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100063768
  • List Price: $17.99
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The first book of theNew York Timesbestselling Chet and Bernie mystery series, an “enchanting one-of-a-kind novel” (Stephen King) that is “nothing short of masterful” (Los Angeles Times).

Chet, the wise and lovable canine narrator ofDog on It, and Bernie, a down-on-his-luck private investigator, are quick to take a new case involving a frantic mother searching for her teenage daughter. This well-behaved and gifted student may or may not have been kidnapped, but she has definitely gotten mixed up with some very unsavory characters. With Chet’s highly trained nose leading the way, their hunt for clues takes them into the desert to biker bars and other exotic locales—until the bad guys try to turn the tables and the resourceful duo lands in the paws of peril. Spencer Quinn’s irresistible mystery kicks off a delightful new series that will have readers panting for more.Dog On It
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I could smell him—or rather the booze on his breath—before he even opened the door, but my sense of smell is pretty good, probably better than yours. The key scratched against the lock, finally found the slot. The door opened and in, with a little stumble, came Bernie Little, founder and part owner (his ex-wife, Leda, walked off with the rest) of the Little Detective Agency. I’d seen him look worse, but not often.

He mustered a weak smile. “Hey, Chet.”

I raised my tail and let it thump down on the rug, just so, sending a message.

“I’m a little late, sorry. Need to go out?”

Why would that be? Just because my back teeth were floating? But then I thought, What the hell, the poor guy, and I went over and pressed my head against the side of his leg. He scratched between my ears, really digging his fingers in, the way I ll³¼
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