N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6. N.F.D. 2019-01-30

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N.F.D.: No Fair Deal by Dave Pedneau

N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

It's time for me to make the children's lunch. It was the tall boy to whom the woman had spoken as she had gone into the office. You do understand, I hope, that it's a misdemeanor to operate a day care facility without a license when the law requires one. One of the ends of the rubber band popped free, and the mask fell to the ground. We've asked the prosecuting attorney to dispatch someone to secure the child and Mr. But when a mysterious prowler begins stalking another child from the same day care center, Whit is convinced that the snatched toddler is facing a much uglier — and possibly deadly — fate.

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N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

My secretary will compile that information, too, the lawyer said. They were all located in Surfside Beach and Murrell's Inlet, two communities just south of Myrtle Beach. He just never got around to it—just like he never got around to replacing the shorted-out light fixture in the pantry. From May through September, the area hosted more than eight million tourists and boasted hundreds of thousands of tourist accommodations. Whit sighed and pushed aside the slick real estate magazine. I'm head over heels in work.

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N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery by Dave Pedneau by Dave Pedneau

N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

The Suspicion: The little girl's frantic mother is certain that her ex-husband is responsible and it looks as if Whit may have only a routine custody battle on his hands. The girl had been easy to pick out, what with that long pale blond hair, almost platinum, in fact. The man in the clown mask stepped out into the bright sunshine and moved toward the six-foot fence. With one child still missing and another in certain danger, Whit must double his efforts to unmask and capture a kidnapper who may be desperate enough to turn killer. One of Gil's deputies can handle this. Just like he never seemed to have time to paint the front porch. Maybe he didn't grab her, Whit said.

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N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

He should be— Tommy Fuller burst through the back door. This time he was a bit more inventive with the mask. The little girl was only three. An overgrown lilac bush hid the hole, but he didn't move directly to it. The fancy word made both Sue Winters and Whit Pynchon blink.

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N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

It presented no real obstacle to him. The wallet-sized picture showed a thin-faced child with very blond hair who didn't appear at all pleased that she was being photographed. A beautiful child, Whit said. But the Loeb Classical Library is a series of editions, not of works. Since it was done so brazenly, I think we can assume it was the father. Even though it wasn't said, Whit, who had worked for Danton for nearly two decades, could hear the word dammit punctuating his boss's sentence. He usually handled this sort of thing.


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N.F.D.: No Fair Deal by Dave Pedneau

N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

This was taken just a few months ago. She was a plump, matronly woman in her late forties who looked deceptively harmless. Instead he went to a point that placed him closest to the blond girl on the swing set. He simply wrapped one arm around Marcia Winters and pulled. I'll have the warrants issued and copies faxed down to you. She stopped, puzzled by his action. A good rule of thumb is that series have a conventional name and are intentional creations, on the part of the author or publisher.

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N.F.D.: No Fair Deal by Dave Pedneau

N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

Tommy stopped pulling on her, his face scrunched up in confusion. I'm here to pick up Marcia. Whit struggled mightily to suppress a belly laugh. It's no more than six on a regular basis. When people told her to do things, she usually did them—as long as there wasn't something more interesting to do.


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N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery by Dave Pedneau by Dave Pedneau

N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

If he has the child, get back in touch with me. Come behind the bush and out here, he said to the little blond girl. You do use some fancy words. Whit nodded to the woman without making any comment. As for Pynchon here, he's just being his normal obstreperous self. I just want something done now. I have other clients and other cases.

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N.F.D.: No Fair Deal by Dave Pedneau

N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

Works can belong to more than one series. You'll be going down as part of the investigation. Tony, though, wasn't even smiling. Late last night he had snipped an opening in the fence with bolt cutters. She had been fortunate that so few people either remembered or bothered to translate or look up some of the fighting words peculiar to her vocabulary. I hate golf, Whit said, not anxious to let the sharp-tongued lawyer know that he was thrilled by the prospect of a trip to Myrtle Beach, even a job-related one.

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N.F.D.: No Fair Deal by Dave Pedneau

N.F.D.: A Whit Pynchon Mystery, Book 6

It's every parent's worst nightmare -- and a delicate matter for Raven County's special investigator, Whit Pynchon. I need to see you, Whit. I oughta— He didn't finish the sentence. I just wanted to tell Pynchon here that when he locates the child and father, I'm sure the extradition proceedings on Willie will take a few days. Harmon, who typically tried to control every situation, made the mistake of answering. I take good care of my kids.

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