In Confess, Fletch, the second book of the series, McDonald offers us another taste of a reworking of a classic pulp theme. That is when he's not "entertaining" his future mother-in-lawĪnd visiting with the good Inspector Flynn and his family.įrom the Trade Paperback edition. 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. And Flynn wasn't entirely convinced that the nineteenth-century Western artist Edgar Arthur Tharp really occupied most of Fletch's thoughts. He wasn't exactly uncooperative, but it wasn't like he was entirely forthcoming either. Inspector Flynn found him a little glib for someone who seemed to be the only likely suspect in a pretty clear case of homicide. But when he arrives in his apartment to find a dead body, things start to get complicated. His Italian fianc?e's father had been kidnapped and presumably murdered, and Fletch is on the trail of a stolen art collection that is her only patrimony. The flight from Rome had been pleasant enough, even if the business he was on wasn't exactly.
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