Confess, Fletch
The flight from Rome had been pleasant enough, even if the business he was on wasnâ t exactly. His Italian fianc?eâ 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 wasnâ t exactly uncooperative, but it wasnâ t like he was entirely forthcoming either. And Flynn wasnâ t entirely convinced that the nineteenth-century Western artist Edgar Arthur Tharp really occupied most of Fletchâ 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 heâ s not â entertainingâ his future mother-in-law
and visiting with the good Inspector Flynn and his family.