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A cheating husband and a wayward wife provide Spenser with an unconventional and dangerous surveillance job. When Marlene Cowley hires Spenser to see if her husband, Trent, is cheating on her, he encounters more than he bargained for: Not only does he find a two-timing husband, but a second investigator as well, hired by the husband to look after his wife. As a result of their joint efforts, Spenser soon finds himself investigating both individual depravity and corporate corruption. It seems the folks in the Cowley's circle have become enamored of radio talk-show host Darrin O'Mara, whose views on Courtly Love are clouding some already fuzzy minds with the notion of cross-connubial relationships. O'Mara's brand of sex therapy is unconventional at best, unlawful-and deadly-at worst. Then a murder at Kinergy, where Trent Cowley is CFO, sends Spenser in yet another direction. Apparently, the unfettered pursuit of profit has a price. With razor-sharp characterizations and finely honed prose, this is Parker writing at the height of his powers.

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Do you do divorce work?" the woman said. "I do," I said. "Are you any good?" "I am," I said. "I don't want likelihood," she said. "Or guesswork. I need evidence that will stand up in court." "That's not up to me," I said. "That's up to the evidence." She sat quietly in my client chair and thought about that. "You're telling me you won't manufacture it," she said. "Yes," I said. "You won't have to," she said. "The sonovabitch can't keep his dick in his pants for a full day." "Must make dining out a little awkward," I said. She ignored me. I was used to it. Mostly I amused myself. "I always have trouble convincing people that any man would cheat on a woman like me. I mean, look at me." "Unbelievable," I said. "My attorneys tell me you are too expensive," she said. "But that you are probably worth it." "The same could be remarked of Susan Silverman." She frowned. "Who the hell is Susan Silverman?" she said. "Girl of my dreams." She frowned again. Then she said, "Oh, I see. You're being cute." "It's my nature," I said. "Well, it's not mine," she said. "Do you want the job?" "Sure." "My attorneys will want a strict accounting of what you spend," she said. "I'll bet they will," I said. She was good-looking in kind of an old-fashioned way. Sort of womanly. Before personal trainers, and StairMasters. Like the women in Life Magazine when we were all much younger. Like she would look good in a small-waisted white polka-dot dress, and a huge straw hat with a white polka-dot band. In fact, of course, she was wearing a beige pantsuit and big pearls. Her reddish blond hair was long and thoroughly sprayed, and framed her face like the halo in a mediaeval religious painting. Her mouth was kind of thin and her eyes were small. I imagined cheating on her. "I'm represented by Frampton and Keyes," she said. "Do you know the firm?" "I don't." "You'll do all further business through them. The managing partner is Randy Frampton." "Why didn't you let them hire me," I said. "I don't let other people make judgments for me. I wanted to look you in the eye." I nodded. "Do you have pictures of your husband?" I said. "Names of suspected paramours? Addresses? That sort of thing?" "You can get all that from Randy." "And a retainer?" "Randy will take care of that as well." "Good for Randy," I said. "Will he tell me your name, too?" "I'd rather keep that confidential for now," she said. "This is a very sensitive situation." I smiled. "Ma'am," I said. "How long do you think it will take me to find out your name once I know who your husband is?" "I . . ." I smiled my sunny good-natured smile at her. I could melt polar ice caps with my sunny good-natured smile. She was no match for it. "Marlene," she said. "Marlene Rowley. My husband is Trenton Rowley." "How do you do," I said. "My name is Spenser." "Of course I know your name," she said. "How do you think I got here?" "I thought you looked up handsome in the phone book," I said. "And my picture was there." She smiled for the first time that morning. "Well," she said. "Maybe you are a little bit handsome in a rough sort of way." "Tough," I said. "But sensitive." "Perhaps," she said. "Will you speak with Randy?" "Right away," I said. --from Bad Business by Robert B. Parker, copyright © 2004 Robert B. Parker, published by G.P. Putnam's Sons, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., all rights reserved, reprinted with permission from the publisher. Excerpted from Bad Business by Robert B. Parker All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

Spenser agrees to shadow a husband to gather irrefutable evidence for a divorce case, perhaps because the self-absorption and stupidity of the wife entertains him in some twisted way. She refuses to tell him her name or her husband's name and answers most of his questions with "It's none of your business." From this unpromising beginning, the case mushrooms into murder, sex, and profiteering. The husband is murdered while Spenser is shadowing him, insulting Spenser's professional competence. Experienced at interpreting Parker's Spenser mysteries, Joe Mantegna gives a fine reading, highlighting Spenser's quirky independence and giving credence to his cryptic responses. Recommended for mystery collections.--Juleigh Muirhead Clark, John D. Rockefeller Jr. Lib., Colonial Williamsburg Fdn., VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. All rights reserved.

Publishers Weekly Review

Spenser #31 finds the veteran Boston PI tackling corporate crime in a routine yet absorbing outing. As usual, Spenser enters the case at an angle, this time because he's hired by one Marlene Rowley to prove that her husband Trent, CFO of energy firm Kinergy, is cheating on her. Before long the PI learns that marital cheating is all the rage among Kinergy's players, with the hanky-panky orchestrated by radio personality Darrin O'Mara, who runs popular sex seminars on the side. Maybe all that cheating explains why Spenser keeps running into other PIs hired by Kinergy folk, but it doesn't point to why Trent is found shot dead at Kinergy headquarters. Spenser links Kinergy's slick founder/CEO to the sex ring and blackmails him to gain access to Kinergy's records, unveiling a pattern of accounting deceptions that reveal a company about to go under. There's less violence than usual in this Spenser novel but more detecting, which may explain why there's little of the PI's tough sidekick Hawk but much of his psychologist girlfriend Susan, which may not please the many Spenser fans who grew tired years ago of the love banter between the soul mates. The novel ends with suspects crowded into a room to be questioned by Spenser, a classic yet tired climax that is emblematic of the tale: Parker is treading water here, albeit with some flair and a good deal of humor. One suspects that his heart belongs not to this story but to his other book due out this year, in May, the highly anticipated Jackie Robinson novel Double Play. (Mar. 8) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Booklist Review

Parker, declared a Grand Master in 2002 by the Mystery Writers of America, delivers another combination of wry satire and sly action in his thirty-first mystery starring Spenser, the Boston private eye. This time he employs to devastating effect one of his signature devices--an observation on how someone dresses or walks into a room, or a few lines of dialogue between the victim and his hero--to fillet the greed and arrogance of corporate types. At novel's outset, Parker indulges ineystoneops comedy played out by private eyes. A distraught wife hires him to tail her husband. Surveillance turns complex and comic when Spenser finds that the husband is having his wife watched; an outside party is having both husband and wife watched; and Spenser himself is being tailed. Spenser is soon being watched by the Boston PD, since he is sitting in the lobby when the husband he's following is shot to death in his office. The action takes a more serious turn here, as Spenser is hired by the energy-selling corporation's CEO to investigate the murder. Of course, Spenser uncovers big-time corruption. Longtime love and psychologist Susan Silverman figures in as a commentator on the action. Spenser sidekick Hawk seems more like a vestigial remnant from other books than a realistic character here. Spenser swaggers a bit too much, and the dialogue can get one-two punch formulaic, but even so, Parker still runs at the front of the private-eye pack. --Connie Fletcher Copyright 2004 Booklist

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Robert Brown Parker is an American fiction writer of mysteries. He was born in Springfield, Massachusetts and earned his BA degree from Colby College in Waterville, Maine. He went on to earn his master's degree in English literature from Boston University. He started his career working in advertising. After some years, he went back to school to earn his PhD in English from Boston University in 1971. He then began his writng career while teaching at Northeastern University. He decided to become a full-time writer in 1979. His most popular works were the 40 novels written about the private detective Spenser. The ABC Television Network developed the television series "Spenser: For Hire", based on the character in the mid-1980s. Parker also wrote nine novels based on the character Jesse Stone and six novels based on the character Sunny Randall.

On January 18, 2010, Robert Parker died suddenly of a heart attack at his home in Cambridge Massachusetts.

(Bowker Author Biography)