I had dressed for Chestnut Hill: a button-down tattersall shirt that Susan had bought for me, crisp dress khakis, a navy blazer with gold buttons, and a pair of well-broken-in loafers worn without socks. The lack of socks implied a devil-may-care attitude understood by the wealthy. Even though the wealthy individual I was calling on today was a two-hundred-and-sixty-pound NFL linebacker with a twenty-two inch neck named Kinjo Heywood. I'd seen Kinjo toss around quarterbacks like rag dolls and doubted that he'd notice the missing sock.
-Ace Atkins, channeling Robert B. Parker in Cheap Shot: A Spenser Novel