On the Spenser series
Spenser: A Profile
Susan and I sat at a table in the Charles Square courtyard having a drink in the late afternoon with Susan’s friend Amy Trent. It was one of those days in late June. The temperature was about 78. There were maybe three white clouds in the sky. The quiet breeze that drifted in from the river smelled fresher than I knew it to be.
“I’m trying to write a book,” Amy said. “The working title is Men Who Dare, a series of profiles of men who are strong and tough and do dangerous work. Mountain climbers, Navy Seals, policemen, firemen.”
“Amy needs a sample profile to submit with her proposal, in hopes of getting a contract and an advance,” Susan said. “I said you’d be perfect.”
“Amy’s looking for sexual splendor as well?” I said.
“Always,” she said. “Will you talk with me?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Okay, I have a bunch of questions written down,” Amy said. “You can answer them, dismiss them, respond to a question I didn’t ask, anything you want, I’m interested in what you’re like. Okay?”
“Susan, feel free to jump in any time,” Amy said. “You know him better than anyone. “
“Don’t rat me out,” I said, “about the sexual splendor.”
“Our secret,” Susan said.
Amy took a notebook out of her book bag and opened it. She was a professor at Harvard, and, faced with that limitation, not bad looking. If she had dressed better and done her hair better and improved on her makeup, and worn more stylish glasses, she might …