Gregory Mcdonald


Gregory Mcdonald is the author of twenty-five books, including nine Fletch novels and three Flynn mysteries. He has twice won the Mystery Writers of America’s prestigious Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best Mystery Novel, and was the first author to win for both a novel and its sequel. He lives in Tennessee.



Fletch Won

Fletch, Too

Fletch and the Widow Bradley

Carioca Fletch

Confess, Fletch

Fletch’s Fortune

Fletch’s Moxie

Fletch and the Man Who

Son of Fletch

Fletch Reflected


The Buck Passes Flynn

Flynn’s In


Skylar in Yankeeland

Running Scared

The Brave


Who Took Toby Rinaldi? (Snatched)

Love Among the Mashed Potatoes (Dear M.E.)

Exits and Entrances

Merely Players

A World Too Wide

The Education of Gregory Mcdonald

(Souvenirs of a Blown World)

Dedicated to the wananchi.

Also dedicated to Joyce and Arthur Greene.

With special thanks to Kathy Eldon and Alexey Braguine.

What astounded Fletch was that the letter written to him was signed Fletch.

“Do you, Irwin Maurice Fletcher, promise to love, honor, serve, and support in all the ways a man can support a woman …” the Preacher shouted. Down the bluff the wind was whipping up whitecaps on the Pacific Ocean. A curtain of hard rain was visible a couple of miles offshore. “…cherish, respect, encourage, relinquish all interests and endeavors which do not serve the marriage, until death do you part?”

“Who wrote this?” Fletch asked.

At his side, wind whipping her skirt, Barbara said, “I did. You never gave me a chance to discuss it with you.”

“Let’s discuss it now.”

Behind them on the bluff overlooking the sea stood their wedding guests, coat collars up, holding on to their hats.

“Be a good sport,” Barbara said. “Say you do. We’ll have plenty of time to discuss it.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Barbara said to the Preacher, “He says, ‘I do’.”

The Preacher looked at Fletch. “Do you do?”

“I guess I do.”

“And do you, Barbara Ralston, promise to be a wife to this man, to the best of your abilities?”

“I do.”

The Preacher then began to read interminably from some word-processor printout. Some rabbits built their hutch in a dell. Spring rains came, and the hutch got flooded out. They built a new hutch in a high place. The winds knocked it over …

Watching the storm approaching from the sea, Fletch suspected the wedding party was going to get flooded out and blown over, too.

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