![]() ![]() When Boston Police Inspector Francis Xavier Flynn’s barely adolescent daughter asks him to rescue her friend Billy from the cemetery, where he s been fastened to a tree by a nail through his earlobe, the good inspector is pretty sure there s something more behind what at first seems like a bully s prank. That is when he s not entertaining his future mother in law and visiting with the good Inspector Flynn and his family. Confess, FletchWith 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. Confess, FletchInspector 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. ![]() Confess, FletchThe flight from Rome had been pleasant enough, even if the business he was on wasn t exactly. ![]()
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