Reading Robert B. Parker's Spenser novels is like eating potato chips -- crunchy, salty, greasy, and utterly without nutrition, but who cares? There will be a case to solve -- sometimes even the case he was hired to solve, there will be sexy banter with Susan and macho banter with Hawk. There will be some meals described, and some fashion choices, and then to remind you that Spenser is a real he-man, despite the cooking and fashion commentary, somebody will get punched. Or shot. Or both.
This time around, what starts out as a tail on a cheating wife turns into a double murder investigation after a bugged conversation reveals possible connections with domestic terrorism.
Fun way to spend an afternoon, and it won't even spoil your dinner.
This time around, what starts out as a tail on a cheating wife turns into a double murder investigation after a bugged conversation reveals possible connections with domestic terrorism.
Fun way to spend an afternoon, and it won't even spoil your dinner.
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