The Starving Detectives - McGraw, Tom
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The shy and as yet untested private detective Nathan Kavillehogg has been hired by a mysterious woman to hind her father, the world's great marine biologist. Unable to tackle this case alone, Nathan turns to his brother Jericho, a professional food taster with enough unbridled self-confidence to power a medium powered city. Enter The Betty, a trigger happy FBI agent with abs so firm you could park a bike in them. She commandeers middle aged cyborg One Arm Bob, whose love of exotic weapons is only tempered by his fear of being thrown out of an airplane, which The Betty does anyway, just for…mehr

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The shy and as yet untested private detective Nathan Kavillehogg has been hired by a mysterious woman to hind her father, the world's great marine biologist. Unable to tackle this case alone, Nathan turns to his brother Jericho, a professional food taster with enough unbridled self-confidence to power a medium powered city. Enter The Betty, a trigger happy FBI agent with abs so firm you could park a bike in them. She commandeers middle aged cyborg One Arm Bob, whose love of exotic weapons is only tempered by his fear of being thrown out of an airplane, which The Betty does anyway, just for kicks. The two groups are now in a race to find the biologist and get him to a world summit in an attempt to prevent a world war. Through all this, the Kavillehoggs find the time to eat three times their weight in junk food - to keep their energy up - you know how it is. A light hearted but calorie laden comedy, The Starving Detectives will fill your hunger for a good laugh and provide enough greasy food to sink an aircraft carrier.
Autorenporträt
Tom McGraw has repeatedly proven himself a manly man and uses a 1961 IBM Selectric to produce flawless first drafts of his comedy novels. He does this insisting that he isn't a Luddite, but rather, a person who enjoys the little things in life. Such as when he pecks his way to the end of a line and the tiny bell goes ping. At these moments he often giggles and claps excitedly. But who wouldn't? The author is married and has two very tall, athletic red headed children who have been described as 'geniuses'. When questioned on this discrepancy (Mr McGraw has the stature of an 1890's Luxemburgian immigrant and often answers questions by grunting or stamping his foot) he stamps his foot and mutters, "Genetics-worse odds than Vegas!" As to his reported age, his youngest and most vocal child insists that the author is, in fact, older than dirt. The author has demonstrated conclusively through Carbon 14 dating that such is not the case.