Confess, Fletch by Gregory McDonald

Confess, Fletch

The flight from Rome had been pleasant enough, even if the business he was on wasn t exactly. 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. But when he arrives in his apartment to find a dead body, things start to get complicated.

Confess, Fletch

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.

Confess, Fletch

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.