He’s an investigative reporter whose methods are a little unorthodox. Currently he’s living on the beach with the strung-out trying to find to the source of the drugs they live for.
He’s taking more than a little flack from his editor. She doesn’t appreciate his style. Or the expense account items he’s racking up. Or his definition of the word deadline . Or the divorce lawyers who keep showing up at the office.
So when multimillionaire Alan Stanwyk offers Fletch the job of a lifetime, which could be worth a fortune, he’s intrigued and decides to do a little investigation. What he discovers is that the proposition is anything but what it seems.
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|Title of eBook: Fletch|
|Release Date: 03-25-2009|
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"What's your name?"
"What's your full name?"
"What's your first name?"
"Irwin. Irwin Fletcher. People call me Fletch."
"Irwin Fletcher, I have a proposition to make to you. I will give you a thousand dollars for just listening to it. If you decide to reject the proposition, you take the thousand dollars, go away, and never tell anyone we talked. Fair enough?"
"Is it criminal? I mean, what you want me to do?"
"Fair enough. For a thousand bucks I can listen. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to murder me."
The black shoes tainted with sand came across the oriental rug. The man took an envelope from an inside pocket of his suit jacket and dropped it into Fletch's lap. Inside were ten one-hundred-dollar bills.
The man had returned the second day to the sea wall to watch Fletch. Only thirty yards away, he used binoculars.
The third day, he met Fletch at the beer stand.
"I want you to come with me."
"I want to make you an offer."
"I'm not that way."
"Neither am I. There's a job I might like to have you do for me."
"Why can't we talk here?"
"This is a very special job."
"Where are we going?"
"To my house. I'll want you to know where it is. Do you have any clothes on the beach?"
"Just a shirt."
"Get it. My c