Hugger Mugger (The Spenser Series Book 27)

by Robert B. Parker

He smiled again. Penny smiled. I smiled back. Weren’t we all just dandy.

I could have taken him while whistling the Michigan fight song and balancing a seal on my nose.

I had a yellow legal-sized pad on the desk by my right hand, and a nice Bic pen lying on it at a rakish angle. The pad was blank.

I thought of saying something about it, but decided it would be showing off, especially after my hair-done-in-Batesburg triumph.

He looked like he might have been an FBI agent once. I doubted it. I suspected he’d been hired because he looked like he might have been an FBI agent once.