I spotted the girl even before she knocked on my door. I was gazing out my second-floor office window down at Berkeley Street, eating a cinnamon donut and drinking coffee with a little milk and sugar. The girl looked lost among the businesspeople and tourists hustling along the icy sidewalks. She wore a pink Boston Red Sox cap and an oversized down parka with a fur collar, and stared up at the number on the office building where Berkeley intersects Boylston.
-Ace Atkins, Lullaby: A Spenser Novel
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That's Spenser, not Spencer
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