As Robert Parker goes, so goes Spenser. And so it goes. But this book is lame. Susan and Spence talk infidelity to death just a little bit. Very little action, zero justice for anyone, not enough Hawk or Vinnie.
It's like he wrote it in his sleep.
Still, it is one of (if not THE) last Spenser novels and it's better than nothing. I suggest reading it but don't get your hopes up. It's not like "A Catskill Eagle," or "Small Vices" or even "Rough Weather." But there is some wonderful stuff with a retired fighter and his pal, a major league shooter. Real tenderness in violent men.
3 out of 5. Hope this helps!
Enright Out.Catskill EagleSmall VicesRough Weather