The indefatigable, poetry-dishing Spenser finds himself in the middle of yet another whopper of a case. A seemingly dim blonde with a supermodel-class body is accused of murdering her blue-blooded, Mayflower-descended banker of a husband. Her alibi: she was watching Survivor in another room. Mary Fiore, Spenser’s seductive lawyer friend, a former prosecutor, realizes that her client needs some help, and commissions Spenser to dig up the truth. This is easier said than done, but a few gunsels, thugs, and murders later, Spenser makes the connection between the dead banker and a real-estate scam gone sour. There’s a resolution to the case, but the fun is in seeing the green and sexual intrigue play out.
 
“Boston’s favorite private eye slides into his 30th case as easily as a knife sinking into warm butter.”—Kirkus Reviews