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The Dog Who Knew Too Much: A Chet and Bernie Mystery [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Quinn, Spencer
  • Author:  Quinn, Spencer
  • ISBN-10:  1439157103
  • ISBN-10:  1439157103
  • ISBN-13:  9781439157107
  • ISBN-13:  9781439157107
  • Publisher:  Atria Books
  • Publisher:  Atria Books
  • Pages:  336
  • Pages:  336
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Dec-2012
  • Pub Date:  01-Dec-2012
  • SKU:  1439157103-11-MING
  • SKU:  1439157103-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100429551
  • List Price: $17.99
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The fourth installment in the irresistibleNew York Timesbestselling mystery series featuring canine narrator Chet and his human companion Bernie—“the coolest human/pooch duo this side of Wallace and Gromit” (Kirkus Reviews).

Humor and intrigue combine for a “thoroughly entertaining comic mystery” (Booklist) as Spencer Quinn’s engaging and unlikely team of crime solvers takes on the case of a boy gone missing from a wilderness camp.

The kid’s mother thinks her ex-husband snatched their son, but Chet’s always reliable nose leads Bernie in a new and dangerous direction. Meanwhile, matters at home get complicated when a stray puppy that looks suspiciously like Chet shows up. Affairs of the heart collide with a job that’s never been tougher, requiring our intrepid sleuths to trust each other even when circumstances—and a rival P.I.—conspire to keep them far apart.ONE


Was I proud of Bernie or what?

True, he’d been pretty nervous going into this gig. I can always tell when Bernie’s nervous—which hardly ever happens, and never when we’re in action—because his smell sharpens a bit, although it’s still the best human smell there is: apples, bourbon, salt and pepper. But now, up on the stage, he was doing great.

“Which, um,” he was saying, “reminds me of a joke. “Sort of. Maybe not a joke,” he went on, turning a page, “more like a—” and at that moment the whole wad of papers somehow jumped out of his hands, all the pages gliding down in different directions. He bent and started gathering them up. That gave me a chance, sitting a few rows back, to recoy or recon—or something like that—the joint, always important in our line of work, as Bernie often said.

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