We’ll let the dream contest run one more day – please see Friday’s post below. Meanwhile it’s Sunday! Beginnings! We already posted the beginning of RAIDERS OF THE LOST BARK, the next Chet and Bernie mystery. Pub date – April 13. Are you sick of my reminders about the importance of pre-orders? I don’t blame you, but … Meanwhile here’s the start of Chapter 2:

We drove the ATV back toward the mine, Bernie at the wheel, Dippy beside him, and me in back. To give you the full picture I was sitting in back but most of me was in front, looming, you might say, over Dippy. Neither of them said a word, although once or twice Dippy licked his lips like he’d had a thought he wanted to share. Each time I loomed even closer. He remained silent. Once when we’d brought in a perp, his name escaping me at the moment, his attorney, the billboard guy from Sharpski and Sharpington, the biggest law firm in town, had come rushing into central booking and whispered in his ear. Whispering in someone’s ear is pointless if I’m around, by the way. What he’d whispered was this: “The right to remain silent is a duty in your case.” But the perp had looked confused and right away blurted out something that made all the cops in the room laugh their heads off. There’s fun to be had in this business.