Gregory Mcdonald

Boston policy inspector Francis Xavier Flynn is in for a tough day. He has hardly gotten a wink of sleep, due to a marathon bout of detective work. His daughter, Jenny, drags him to a cemetery, where her best friend is nailed to a tree by his ear. Unfortunately, the boy refuses to reveal who did it or why. Next, Flynn hears that his incompetent sidekick, Grover, has convinced the police chief to fire him—again…but someone even more powerful than the chief of police wants Flynn to forget everything else and concentrate on discovering who is threatening a certain Harvard professor.

A rogue and a charmer, everybody loves young Skylar Whitfield—all the local females, at least. The rest of the adult population of Greendowns County, Tennessee, is split down the middle—and his preppy Yankee cousin Jonathan downright hates him. And now that the battered-to-death body of Skylar's beauty queen ex-girlfriend has turned up, Sheriff Pepp Culpepper wants to lock the churchgoing Lothario away for good. Since this is one jam he can't sweet-talk his way out of, Skylar will have to take more drastic measures—which include multiple jail breaks and a potentially lethal intrusion into the real killer's world—dragging disinclined Jonathan along for the ride…no matter where in Hell it takes them. (From the back cover)

Fletch's newfound son Jack has just heard from an old flame who's about to marry a billionaire's son—that is until her future father-in-law suffers several near-fatal accidents. The potential victim—the inventor of the perfect mirror, which allows people to see themselves exactly as others do—lives in his own secluded compound, so Jack gets a job as pool hand on the estate to get closer to the action. From the Trade Paperback edition.

When Fletch learns there are four ex-cons on the loose in his part of the county, little does he suspect that one of the scruffy and very dangerous men will claim to be the son he never knew--in fact, was never even told about. But when a muddy and bedraggled young man acosts him in his study, it doesn't take our wily reporter and investigator long to surmise this kid might well be his son. And when Fletch meets the kid's compatriots he wonders how either of them is going to get out of this situation unscathed.From the Trade Paperback edition.

Retired jazz pianist David MacFarlane reads it in the newspapers: internationally famous model Lucille Nelson is to marry presidential speech writer Tony Prescott—time and place unstated. It is an unlikely idea, and Ellie has her doubts, but David writes to the parents and offers Bass Clef, their farm in Tennessee, as site for the nuptial celebration. (from the dust jacket)

When it comes to crime, Boston Police Inspector and part-time intelligence agent, Francis Xavier Flynn is no stranger to the bizarre, the perverse, or the ridiculous. But when he is suddenly summoned by Police Commissioner D'Esopo to a secret wilderness compound far outside of their jurisdiction, he is a little surprised to find himself the hostage of a secret club of the nation's most powerful and peculiar. Famous for his irreverent methods and razor sharp intellect, Flynn is forced to conduct a clandestine murder investigation. But before one murder is even solved, membership at the Rod and Gun Club continues to drop.From the Trade Paperback edition.

Carioca FletchFletch's trip to Brazil wasn't exactly planned. But it's Carnival time in Rio and 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.Carioca FletchBut between the American widow who seems to be following Fletch and the Brazilian widow who's fingered Fletch as her long-dead husband, he suddenly doesn't have much time to enjoy the present or even get a wink of sleep.Carioca FletchA thirty-year-old unsolved murder, a more recent suicide, an inconvenient heart attack--somehow Fletch is connected to all of them and one of those connections might just shorten his own life. From Rio to Bahia and back again, at the height of Carnival, Fletch has to keep moving or get stopped cold.From the Trade Paperback edition.

"A girl jumped off the motel's roof. Five minutes ago." "Give it to me straight. Does the girl have anything to do with us? I mean, with the campaign? The presidential candidate?" "It's your job, Fletch, to make damned sure she didn't." When Fletch arrives as the new press representative for Governor Caxton Wheeler's presidential campaign, he isn't sure which mystery to solve first: what his new job actually is or why the campaign has been leaving dead women in its tracks. He finds himself on the other side of the press, a human shield deflecting the questions he is asking himself. Are the murders just coincidence, or is a cold-hearted killer looking for a job in the White House? When the campaign shifts into high gear, Fletch's skills are working overtime in a desperate bid of his own to find the killer and to make sure the governor doesn't lose any more votes. From the Trade Paperback edition.

What would happen if you found $100,000 on your doorstep? …. if you're Francis Xavier Flynn, you'd investigate the most elaborate, outrageous financial scheme of the century!

"Is the Ambassador there?" "…One moment…" "Christina?"… "Teddy, she said. "What's the change of plans? I'm at the airport in San Francisco now." "What change of plans?" "Toby wasn't on the plane."

He hadn't been a practicing journalist for years, although people remembered him and he still has a few contacts. And he's pretty sure he hasn't paid his dues to the American Journalism Alliance anytime recently. But somebody has. 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 is comfortable and an invitation to the A.J.A. 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, 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. From the Trade Paperback edition.

Ever since F.X. Flynn made his first appearance in Confess, Fletch, matching wits with the inimitable Irwin Fletcher, he has befuddled, infuriated, and amazed his colleagues on the Boston Police force while in pursuit of blackmailers, murderers, embezzlers, politicians, and, occasionally, his fellow policemen.It might have been an accident that brought down the Boeing 707 over Boston Harbor, virtually in Flynn's own backyard. But it seems unlikely, with so many potential targets on board: The heavily insured, elderly Federal judge; the has-been British actor; the middleweight champ; the Middle Eastern finance minister. The motive could have been greed, murder, revenge, or even terrorism--and it's up to the good inspector to get to the bottom of it.From the Trade Paperback edition.

The flight from Rome had been pleasant enough, even if the business he was on wasn't exactly. His 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 pretty clear case of homicide. He wasn't exactly uncooperative, but it wasn't like he was entirely forthcoming either. And Flynn wasn't entirely convinced that the nineteenth-century Western artist Edgar Arthur Tharp really occupied most of Fletch's thoughts. With the police on his tail and a few other things to do beside prove his own innocence, Fletch makes himself at home in Boston, renting a van, painting it black, and breaking into a private art gallery. That is when he's not "entertaining" his future mother-in-law and visiting with the good Inspector Flynn and his family. From the Trade Paperback edition.

FletchHe's an investigative reporter whose methods are a little unorthodox. Currently he's living on the beach with the strung-out trying to find to the source of the drugs they live for. FletchHe's taking more than a little flack from his editor. She doesn't appreciate his style. Or the expense account items he's racking up. Or his definition of the word deadline. Or the divorce lawyers who keep showing up at the office.FletchSo when multimillionaire Alan Stanwyk offers Fletch the job of a lifetime, which could be worth a fortune, he's intrigued and decides to do a little investigation. What he discovers is that the proposition is anything but what it seems.From the Trade Paperback edition.

In Fletch's Moxie, the prolific Gregory Mcdonald tests his incomparable investigative journalist once again with a caper that is as perfectly plotted as Fletch is brilliant. It seems just about everyone in Hollywood had a reason to want Steve Peterman dead. But how someone managed to put a knife in his back on a live broadcast without being seen is anyone's guess. Unfortunately for Fletch, his girlfriend, Moxie Mooney, a huge star at the box office, is also the number one suspect. With the police asking way too many questions, Fletch whisks Moxie and her drunken father, O.L., off to Key West for a little privacy. But before he can even check out the beach, the rest of the suspects decide to check in. Now, in a house full of Hollywood's elite, Fletch is increasingly amazed at how ruthless the movie business can be. From the Trade Paperback edition.