Status Updates From God Save The Child (Spenser...

I spent that time [...] trying not to look like a pervert as I stood around outside a series of ladies' dressing rooms. I was glad I hadn't worn my white raincoat. There were a lot of very well-shaped suburban ladies shopping in the same stores. Suburban ladies tended to wear their clothes quite snug, I noticed. I was alert for concealed weapons.

He eased himself down on his knees beside the body and looked at it. He was too fat to squat.
"When'd he die, Doc?"
The doctor was strained for breath, kneeling down like that; it didn't help his temperament. "Before we got here," he said.

The receptionist in the guidance office was in brown knit today and displaying a lot of cleavage. I admired it. She wasn't Susan Silverman, but she wasn't Lassie either, and there was little to be gained in elitist thinking.[...]
"Were you looking down the front of my secretary's dress when I came out?"
"I was looking for clues," I said. "I'm a professional investigator."

"He probably won't recognize you without your white raincoat," she said. "The sun's out."

The white raincoat bit *is* funny.

It was sunny, and the first hint of a New England fall murmured behind the sunshine.