Deck the Hounds (Andy Carpenter Series #18)

Deck the Hounds (Andy Carpenter Series #18)

by David Rosenfelt

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"The perfect holiday gift for animal lovers.” – Publisher’s Weekly

This Christmas mystery, featuring criminal defense lawyer Andy Carpenter and his faithful golden retriever, Tara, showcases Rosenfelt’s trademark humor and larger-than-life characters.

Reluctant lawyer Andy Carpenter doesn’t usually stop to help others, but seeing a dog next to a homeless man inspires him to give the pair some money to help. It’s just Andy’s luck that things don’t end there. Soon after Andy’s encounter with them, man and dog are attacked in the middle of the night on the street. The dog defends its new owner, and the erstwhile attacker is bitten but escapes. But the dog is quarantined and the man, Don Carrigan, is heartbroken.

Andy’s wife Laurie can’t resist helping the duo after learning Andy has met them before… it’s the Christmas season after all. In a matter of days Don and his dog Zoey are living above Andy’s garage and become two new additions to the family. It’s not until Andy accidentally gives away his guest’s name during an interview that things go awry; turns out Don is wanted for a murder that happened two years ago. Don not only claims he’s innocent, but that he had no idea that he was wanted for a crime he has no knowledge of in the first place. It’s up to Andy to exonerate his new friend, if he doesn’t get pulled into the quagmire first.

David Rosenfelt’s signature wit, charm, and cleverness are back again in this most exciting installment yet.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250198495
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/16/2018
Series: Andy Carpenter Series , #18
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 4,916
File size: 5 MB

About the Author

David Rosenfelt is the Edgar-nominated and Shamus Award-winning author of several stand-alones and more than a dozen Andy Carpenter novels. He and his wife live in Maine with twenty-five of the four thousand dogs they have rescued.

DAVID ROSENFELT is the Edgar-nominated and Shamus Award-winning author of more than a dozen Andy Carpenter novels, including One Dog Night, Collared, and Deck the Hounds; the Doug Brock thriller series, which starts with Fade to Black; and stand-alone thrillers including Heart of a Killer and On Borrowed Time.

Rosenfelt and his wife live in Maine with an ever-changing pack of rescue dogs. Their epic cross-country move with the 25 of these dogs, culminating in the creation of the Tara Foundation, is chronicled in Dogtripping.

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I've come up with a solution to the homeless problem.

I'm not talking about the overall homeless problem in America, which is obviously tragic, and which saps the life and dignity from those swept up in it. I'm aware of how lucky I am, and I attempt with intermittent success not to take it for granted.

I've dealt with the macro homeless issue by donating to charities set up to deal with it. It's impersonal, I know, but it makes me feel better, and I hope it's doing some good.

The solution I'm referring to relates to the "Andy Carpenter encounters a homeless person on the street" dilemma. What I've come up with isn't perfect, and it isn't right for everyone. In fact, it's earned me some scorn from people when they watch it in action.

Every time I run into a homeless person looking for money, I give him or her twenty dollars. I know the argument that they might not put it to good use, that they might use it to buy alcohol, or drugs, and that by giving them money I might only be exacerbating their problems. I understand that point of view and I respect it.

But these people are on the street, and they are cold, and I don't need the money, and they do. So I give it to them. And if I'm doing a bad thing, then I accept the blame. It just feels like walking by and not helping is a worse thing.

But I occasionally run into a situation that, for me at least, is even more heartbreaking. And that is when the homeless person has a dog with him or her.

That is a killer, and that is what is happening now. I have just left my office on Van Houten Street in Paterson, New Jersey. Happily, I wasn't there to do any work and I didn't actually go into the office. I was simply there to drop off my rent check to Sofia Hernandez, who owns the fruit stand on the first floor. The reason I drop off the checks rather than mail them is that if I mail them I can't pick up any delicious oranges.

In the one-block walk from the office to my car, I encounter a person on the street in front of a pawn shop. He is bundled up in a blanket, with probably all his possessions next to him in a plastic bag in a shopping cart. The poor guy is huddled against the unseasonably freezing cold air, and huddled with him is his dog. He or she seems to be a golden mix, only about forty pounds and cute as hell.

Tomorrow being Thanksgiving makes this situation even more upsetting. It's my favorite holiday of the year, a day of gorging on great food and football. The fact that I will be in my recliner chair, stuffing my face and rooting for the Giants in the comfort of my nice warm living room, makes the fact that this guy will be spending it on the cold cement even more terrible and unfair.

I don't know why the existence of the dog makes the situation so much more tragic to me; I suspect it reflects a flaw in my character. But I can't help it.

Over time I have refined my response to this exact situation, and I execute it now. I give the man twenty dollars, and a PetSmart gift card for fifty dollars. I always carry a bunch of them in my wallet for this specific purpose. I keep the oranges for myself.

When I give the money and card to him, his response is, "Thank you for your generosity. I can assure you it is much appreciated and will be put to very good use." He turns to the dog. "Isn't that right, Zoey?" Zoey, for her part, has no comment to make on the matter.

What he has said is a bit jarring, and probably highlights another one of my character defects. I guess I expected him to grunt a quick thank you, but instead he spoke crisply and concisely, with a tone that I would more expect to hear at the Harvard Club than on the cement in front of a pawn shop. Which is not to say that I would be allowed into the Harvard Club; I'm sure their sophisticated bouncer would keep me from getting in the door.

So I just mutter a quick "you're welcome" and go on my way.

I am Andy Carpenter, doer of good deeds.

Our Thanksgiving dinner is our last meal before Christmas.

That's because my wife, Laurie, has a rather unconventional view of the Christmas holiday. She loves it so much that she has decreed that it will last from the end of the Thanksgiving meal until the end of January.

Repeatedly showing her the calendar has no effect. She thinks there are five seasons ... winter, spring, summer, fall, and Christmas. I'm a fan of Christmas myself, but there is something a tad weird about waking up to a recording of "Jingle Bells" as we approach February.

But the dinner is fantastic, so I am not focusing on the length of the Christmas season right now. Laurie has made turkey, candied yams, mashed potatoes, and has introduced an absolute winner, a corn crème brûlée. She's also made some healthy vegetable stuff, but since I wouldn't eat it if you strapped me down and tried to force-feed me, I don't ask what it is.

Afterward, during dessert, our son, Ricky, mentions something about Facebook. He's not allowed on, since he's under the thirteen-year age limit, but he set up accounts for Laurie and me a few weeks ago. He's the only one among us that has any tech ability, so we relied on his expertise.

Unfortunately, in all that time I've accumulated a total of one Facebook friend, Laurie. So I rarely log in, since there's nothing for me to do there.

It's like coming home after being away for a week and finding no messages on my answering machine. Or like going to my high school prom with my sister, which I did not do simply because I am an only child.

It's social media, but it makes me feel antisocial. Ricky said that the problem is that no one realizes I signed up, so what I have to do is "friend" people, which means asking them if they would be my friend.

I don't think so.

Who begs for friends? What if they say no? Or what if they don't even answer, leaving me to wonder if they never saw the request, or saw it and decided to ignore it? Maybe they would want to reject it, but thought I would feel bad, so they instead would leave me in Facebook purgatory.

Laurie is an entirely different case. I secretly looked at her profile the other day, and she has seventy-six friends. Seventy-six! I don't think I know seventy-six people, even if you include those I nod to while I'm walking Tara and Sebastian.

Laurie asks me, "You enjoying being on Facebook?"

"Not really," I say. "My social calendar is pretty full. If I stayed on Facebook all day, I'd never get anything done."

"Dad only has one friend," Ricky says. "You."

"Thanks, Rick."

Laurie shakes her head. "That's so sad. You want me to ask some people to be your friend?" The only bright side to all this is that I'm not on Twitter. "Must you humiliate me? Can we talk about something else?" I ask.

Laurie nods. "Sure. When do you want to get the Christmas tree?"

"Why do you want a Christmas tree?" I ask. Laurie knows that even though I'm fine with the idea of having a tree, the act of decorating it with the ten million lights and ornaments she always wants is torture.

"Tell him, Ricky," she says.

He smiles. "Because it's Christmas."

I could mention that it is actually Thanksgiving, but I'd get nowhere. And since this conversation is not going well, I stand up and say, "Let's watch television."

I turn on the local news, since we are having dinner in that window between football games. I turn it on even though I know Laurie does not like the idea of it being on during family meals.

"Thanksgiving should be a time for human interaction," she says. "For talking."

"They talk on television," I say, and in fact the news anchors are talking when they come on. "See?" Then, "Hey, that's Ralph."

They're showing a photo of Ralph Brandenberger, the guy who runs the Passaic County Animal Shelter. I turn up the sound, and although we've missed the first half of the report, it appears that a homeless man with a dog was attacked last night. He fended off his assailant, and his dog apparently bit the guy as well.

Just before the segment ends, they cut to the homeless man talking to a reporter. He is saying, "I want my dog. Why won't they let me have my dog?"

"I know that guy," I say. "I saw him yesterday on the street near my office. I gave him money. And I gave him one of the PetSmart cards."

"It was ten degrees yesterday," Laurie says.

"What are you saying? I should have given him my coat?"

"He lives with his dog on the street?" Ricky asks, not fully understanding. "On the sidewalk?"

"Yes," I say.

Laurie is quiet for a few moments, an intense look on her face. When she gets that look, it rarely ends well for me. "Let's help him," she says.

"Yeah, let's help him!" Ricky agrees, strongly endorsing the idea. I'm having trouble remembering an idea of Laurie's that Ricky has not strongly endorsed.


"We won't know that until we start," Laurie says. "But let's try and get him what he needs. His dog back, for one thing. You should be able to do that. And then a place to stay, out of the cold."

"You mean a house?" I ask. "A hotel room?"

"The apartment above the garage ... maybe. We'll see. But let's get involved. Let's do something for this man."

"Yeah," Ricky says. "Come on, Dad."

"I'm not sure this is a good idea." If I want to put the brakes on this, I'm going to have to come up with much stronger statements than wimpy ones like that.

Laurie says, "That's okay. I'm sure."

Ricky nods. "Me too."

"Other than the fact that you're a terrific human being, why do you want to get involved in this?" I ask Laurie.

"Tell him, Ricky."

Ricky smiles. "Because it's Christmas."

"I'm feeling terrible about this, Andy."

I'm at the Passaic County Animal Shelter, talking to Ralph Brandenberger. Ralph's a good guy and is especially caring about the animals. He does the best he can while being constantly overcrowded and underfunded.

"You talking about the dog from last night?" I say.

He nods. "Yeah, but there are rules, you know? And I might bend them sometimes, but this was on television."

"Which rules are we talking about?"

"Well, for one thing, the dog bit the guy; she drew blood. And it's on tape, for God's sake. So I have to hold her for ten days."

I hadn't seen this on television — it must have been the part of the story that we missed — but Ralph tells me that somebody pulled up in a car, got out, and tried to mug the homeless man. Apparently, the assailant confused homeless with helpless, and this guy is far from helpless. He fought off the attacker, and the dog, Zoey, bit him as well.

A person that was either on the street or in an apartment above one of the stores must have heard or seen the commotion and called the police.

A video of the entire thing was captured by a security camera covering the front of the pawn shop. So Animal Control, in the person of Ralph, knows that the dog bit the guy. They have to hold her for ten days to make sure she doesn't have rabies, even though the victim took off.

"What's the protocol after that?"

"I'm checking into it, but I don't think I can just give her back to the guy. He doesn't have an address, which is required, and even if he did, the fees for retrieving a dog amount to almost three hundred bucks. There's no way this guy can pay that."

"Can you give the dog to me?"

"Sure. You're a rescue group, so you'd be authorized to take her, as long as you held her for the ten days. Would you do that? It would be a big help and it would sure make me feel better."

My friend Willie Miller and I run a rescue group called the Tara Foundation, which is what Ralph is referring to. Since we are a registered rescue operation, he is allowed to give us the dog.

"No problem, and I'll pay the fee."

"There's one other thing, about the dog ..."

"What is it?"

"Our vet checked her out. She's pregnant."

"That's okay. We'll take care of her and find homes for the puppies. Do you have any idea where the owner is?"

"Are you kidding? I thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"He's here; he's outside the dog's run. He's been here since we took in the dog."

The runs in the shelter are half indoors, half outdoors, with a door separating them that stays open during the hours that the shelter is open. This way the dog can be inside or out, and the door can keep the dog inside in inclement weather.

Ralph points to the window, and I look through it. The homeless man is lying against the cage on the outside portion of the run, and the dog is up against the cage. It is among the saddest things I've ever witnessed.

"Why don't you let him inside; they could hang out together in the adoption area? It's cold out there." There is a room where prospective adopters can meet the dogs they are interested in. It would seem to me that they'd be a lot warmer and more comfortable in there.

"I offered, but he didn't want to," Ralph says. "The guy's a little weird."

"What's his name?"

"You know, I never thought to ask," Ralph says. "I'm embarrassed to say that."

"Don't worry about it, Ralph. I'm going to talk to him, and I'll be taking the dog. How much do I owe you?"

Ralph figures out the amount and I write him a check. Then I go outside to talk to the man, who is still lying next to the cage, reaching his hand through to gently pet the dog. It's not that difficult, because the dog seems equally anxious to make the connection and is lying right up against the cage near him.

"Hello, remember me?" I ask.

He looks up, thinks for a moment, and says, "Twenty dollars and a PetSmart card of a still undetermined value."

"Fifty bucks."

He nods. "Very generous. Thank you again."

"You're in a difficult situation. I saw what happened to you on TV, and I'd like to help."

"I just want my dog."

"I believe I can make that happen."

That prospect obviously interests him, because he stands up. When he does I am surprised by his size; he's got to be six foot three. I had never seen him erect before. He's thin, probably a result of not getting enough food and nourishment.

"How?" he says, clearly wary of my offer.

"What's your dog's name?"


"Zoey bit someone, so she can't be released for ten days, to make sure she doesn't have rabies. Then she can't go to you, because the rule is that you have to have a residence."

"And you can circumvent these rules?"

I keep being surprised by how intelligently he talks, and I keep being annoyed with myself for being surprised. Homeless does not equate with stupid.

"In a manner of speaking," I say. "They can give her to me, because I run an accredited rescue group. And after ten days I can give her to you, because you'll have a residence."

"No, I won't."

"My name is Andy Carpenter," I say. "What's yours?"

He looks at me suspiciously and hesitates, as if his name is his only possession, and he's afraid I'll steal it.

Finally, "Don Carrigan."

"Come on, Don, let's get Zoey and get out of here. I'll tell you about it on the way."

It's feeling sort of uncomfortable in the car.

Carrigan is in the passenger seat with Zoey in his lap, but he's not saying much, and I'm sure he's trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I know I'm trying to figure out the same thing, and I'm the one that's doing it. Zoey, for her part, seems fine with the whole situation, looking out the window and treating this as an adventure.

"How long have you had Zoey?" I finally ask.

"About six weeks."

"She was stray?"

He nods. "And so was I. We have much in common."

"Dogs are comforting," I say.

"That they are. Might I ask where we are going?"

"To my house. We have an apartment that will be yours to use."

"To what do I owe this kindness?"

"It's Christmas," I say.


I shrug. "Don't ask."

I guess that's sufficient because he doesn't respond and goes back to silently petting Zoey.

After another five minutes of silence, I ask, "Where are you from?"

"Is it a condition of this generosity that I provide biographical details?"

I shake my head. "No, this is pretty much unconditional."

He smiles slightly, the first hint of one I have seen. "Because it's Christmas."

I return the smile. "Exactly."

We pull into the driveway of our house on Forty-Second Street in Paterson, and I see Laurie looking at us through the window. We have a detached garage, and the apartment is above it. "Home sweet home," I say.

I open the door to the car and the burst of cold air comes barreling through. The wind has picked up, which makes it seem a hell of a lot colder. I think that might be why weather people always talk about wind-chill factor.

We start walking toward the garage, with Carrigan for some reason carrying Zoey. The door to our house opens, and Laurie, Ricky, and Tara, our golden retriever, come out and walk toward us. Sebastian, our basset hound, clearly felt that this was not worth getting out of bed for. Sebastian wouldn't get out of bed if I drove home with LeBron James, Beyoncé, and the pope.

"Hi," Laurie says. "I'm Laurie, this is Ricky, and that's Tara. Welcome."

"Thank you," Carrigan says. "This is Zoey." He puts Zoey on the ground and she and Tara do the requisite sniffing of each other's private areas. "I appreciate your hospitality."

"Our pleasure," she says. "Come on in."

We all head up to the apartment. Carrigan seems to hesitate at the doorway, as if not sure he wants to step across that threshold.

He finally does so, and on the way up the stairs, I ask, "Is Zoey housetrained?"

Carrigan shrugs. "I have no idea. I've never seen her in a house."


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Deck the Hounds (Andy Carpenter Series #18) 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
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What a great way to spend a day. Andy Carpenter is such a great character. I love the humor that is injected into the story along with the mystery. This book was so enjoyable that I could not put it down. I have read the entire series and will be in line when the next one comes out.
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utdelilah More than 1 year ago
Love, love, love all the Andy Carpenter/Tara books. Always enjoyable and the twists and turns of the story are compelling. I highly recommend!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another wonderful book in the life of Andy Carpenter and his world. Can't wait for the next one.
LDenton More than 1 year ago
Like every book in the Andy Carpenter series by David Rosenfelt, Deck the Hounds brings a smile to my face. Deck the Hounds is clever, funny, and heart-warming. I recommend reading the entire Andy Carpenter series, but you can also pick up Deck the Hounds and read it alone. Grab a copy and get in the Christmas spirit.
MikeStaff More than 1 year ago
It's easy to tell Christmas begins with #DeckTheHounds by David Rosenfelt. Fans of the 'Andy Carpenter' series will love this latest gift of a novel. Rosenfelt never fails to entertain and this is truly one of the best adventures he has crafted. People would volunteer for jury duty if trials were like the one in this book. I always appreciate the laugh out loud moments and this book is full of them. This is the best present you can buy the readers in your life. #NetGalley
Bookaholic-mka More than 1 year ago
Just when you decide that your family will do something special for Christmas, the homeless guy you meet on the street to take home is wanted for murder. Does Christmas continue or is it time to say “nice knowin’ ya” ? This is the story of a great family, a happy one with a wife who likes Christmas so much she extends it from Thanksgiving to the end of January. Her husband is afraid the whole neighborhood will think they are nuts or maybe find out they’re nuts. Funny, funny guy. A semi-retired lawyer and his family decide to help a homeless guy for Christmas except…the guy turns out wanted for murder. I laughed all the way through this book and that was because of the way the author portrayed the main character, Andy. This is the 18th book in a series called “An Andy Carpenter Mystery”. I’m not sure I’m correct in calling this a series but you can find the books numbered many places online. None of that matters. What does matter is this is such a fun read. Andy Carpenter is as much a smart mouth as Harlan Coban’s Jack Reacher. What adds even more fun to the read is the sarcastic asides from Andy. I love sarcastic. There are quite a few characters involved in Rosenfelt’s story. I had no problem keeping them straight and I liked all of his main characters. I liked them because he defined them well enough to allow me to make that decision. A well-written book with a clean flow that makes it an enjoyable read. ***This book was provided to me in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are definitely my own.
WisReader More than 1 year ago
Christmas is not one day or even one week of the year. for Andy's wife, Laurie, "Christmas" starts as soon as the Thanksgiving turkey is eaten and can last until Cupid sights in on his target. I read this book as a stand alone, my introduction to the Andy Carpenter mystery series. It will not be my last book by author David Rosenfelt. Told from protagonist Andy's view point, the verbiage is a bit dry, in a good way. The book has action, drama, humor, and a really excellent mystery to solve. From the beginning I felt that Carrigan, the homeless man, was not guilty of murder, but I was curious about the secrets he was keeping. EVERYONE in this book has secrets. It was also refreshing to have someone who seemingly has endless funds available to him take notice and comment on high prices! The book also offers something here for dog lovers among us. From the streets to the courtroom and into some other very shady places, this book will keep you guessing until the very end.
RowingRabbit More than 1 year ago
Seeing the cover of David Rosenfelt’s Christmas book is my annual warning the big day is within squinting distance (yikes!). Okay, okay…I can hear your howls of “too soon!”. Simmer down, you’ve got lots of time. Unless your last name is Carpenter & you live in Patterson, NJ. Lapsed attorney Andy has wisely given up asking his family why it’s necessary to celebrate from November to February. Besides, they wouldn’t hear him over the continuous loop of Xmas carols. The best he can hope for is to avoid the perilous trimming of the tree while watching a kajillion football games uninterrupted. But this year he will face an even greater threat……he might actually have to go to work. You know what they say about good deeds. It all begins when Andy gives money to a homeless man & his dog. In short order, the man (Don Carrigan) & the dog (Zoey) are living above his garage. Until Don is arrested for the murder of a wealthy businessman 9 months ago. No problem. Andy assures Laurie he’ll get Don the best public defender in the biz & Zoey can shack up at the dog shelter with Willie. But it seems Laurie has taken a shine to Don. In fact, if Andy doesn’t take the case she might be so upset that the ONLY activity in their bedroom for the foreseeable future will be sleeping. Game. Set. Match. Andy signs on. And it turns out Don has led an interesting life. In alternate chapters we’re kept up on seemingly unconnected current events. A former mob enforcer has an unhealthy obsession with Don & for good reason. A popular local attorney is taken out by a sniper & he won’t be the last. And Zoey has some news of her own. Roesenfelt excels at story telling & each of these plot lines keeps you turning the pages to find out how they will inevitably weave together. As Andy reassembles his legal team, we get to spend time with characters fans have grown to love. Some show up with bells on (Sam), some drag their high heels (Edna) and some are unintelligible (Marcus). It’s the smart & humorous interplay between them added to a twisty & complex mystery that sets this series apart. The result is a story that puts your brain through its paces between the laughs. It doesn’t seem possible this is book #18 but as long as Mr. Rosenfelt keeps writing, I’ll keep reading.
Tangen More than 1 year ago
snark-fest, dogs, pets, rescue, ptsd, lawyers, law-enforcement, murder-investigation, private-investigators, action Take a wisemouthed lawyer who can afford to take semi retirement by only representing innocent clients while supporting an animal shelter, add in that his wife is no longer law enforcement but works as his private investigator and more and you have the baseline for this convoluted mystery. There are many other people who help Andy find out what the truth really is and make it courtroom admissible, and then there's the complex man who is accused of the first murder and becomes Andy's client. Lots of twists and turns in the plot and the characters certainly are, but there's no need for spoilers or an attempt at a summary. I found it to be a real brain grabber and was surprised to find that it is the most recent in a series! At no time does the reader feel lost or as if missing background info. I requested and received a free ebook copy from Minotaur Books via NetGalley. Thank you!
paytonpuppy More than 1 year ago
I just finished the 18th book in the “Andy Carpenter” mystery series and I want to sit down and read it all over again! Mr. Rosenfelt is one of my all-time favorite authors as I have read and enjoyed the entire “Andy Carpenter” and “Doug Brock” series (I would probably read the phone book if he wrote that). Andy Carpenter is an independently wealthy lawyer who doesn’t want to practice law. He would rather watch sports and spend time with his family, wife Laurie and young son Ricky, and his beloved dog Tara. When he does take a case, Laurie who is a former police officer, works as his investigator. Andy offers money to a homeless man, a former veteran, Dan Carrigan. After he learns that Dan was attacked, he offers him the use of the apartment above their garage. When he happens to mention Dan’s name to one of his police friends, Dan is arrested for murder…a murder he did not commit. Now, Andy doesn’t want to take the case, any case, but he calls “his team” together and the investigation begins. I would love to relate the entire story to you, but you really need to read it for yourself. Mr. Rosenfelt’s writing is clever, engagingly sarcastic (down-right funny at times) and the words seem to flow so effortlessly. His characters are amazing, instilled with the same engaging qualities as his writing. If you enjoy a complex yet easy to follow (and humorous) mystery then you should be reading this series. I received a free copy of this book and voluntarily chose to give an honest review. (by paytonpuppy)