Confess, Fletch

The sequel to Fletch, sees our hero framed for a murder he did not commit. Obviously. Fletch arrives in Boston, goes out to dinner, comes back to his borrowed apartment, finds a dead woman. Not quite the business Fletch was in town for, but again, another enjoyable whodunnit, with subplot not too far in the background. Pestered by his fiance's step-mother-in-law-to-be, for missing art, Fletch cracks the two cases in one with the help of a Boston detective with a shady background...

Fletch and the Widow Bradley

Fletch has made a journalistic error???
After reporting what seems to be a dead man in an article for the News-Tribune, Fletch is left more than puzzled, as Frank cans him from his job. Determined to find out why he seems to have been given bum info from a seemingly small insignificant company, Fletch digs in to discover if the mysterious company president is dead, murdered, or just simply vanished. Oh, and there is the matter of the wallet Fletch found with the $25,000- to which the owner hasn't come forward. Also starring Fletch's girl, Moxie.

At his wedding, which is washed out by the weather, Fletch is handed an envelope by an anonymous stranger (like there's any other kind?), containing a letter from his father. Having never met his father before, presuming he had died in childbirth, Fletch has to decide between his skiing honeymoon with Barbara, his new wife, or to go to Kenya and meet his father. Naturally Fletch is 'mildly curious', and the new couple fly off to Africa.
Murder, mayhem and the ususal Fletch luck are in store, as they go from one place to the next, missing his father at every turn.

I found this book to be quite enjoyable, and I hadn't guessed who was who until the end.