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Long Good-Bye 59: If they brought him back alive, he would have let them have it their way. He’d have copped a manslaughter plea.at cop a plea, v.
Long Good-Bye 59: If they brought him back alive, he would have let them have it their way. He’d have copped a manslaughter plea. Long Good-Bye 171: Then she had gone inside and pulled a faint.at pull a..., v.
Long Good-Bye 119: He belonged on one of those guest ranches that are so all-fired horsey the telephone girl wears riding boots to work.at all-fired, adv.
Long Good-Bye 195: A hoodlum named Mendy Menendez [...] gave me a song and dance about how Terry had saved his life.at give someone a song and dance (v.) under song and dance, n.1
Long Good-Bye 54: He opened the drawer and put a bottle and a shot glass on the desk. He poured it full to the brim and knocked it back in one lump.at knock back, v.
Long Good-Bye 152: Loring tensed like an animal all set to spring. Wade sensed it and neatly turned his back and moved away. Which left Dr Loring holding the bag.at hold the bag, v.
Long Good-Bye 55: The cops were too slow at Torreon. Mex cops are no balls of fire.at ball of fire (n.) under ball, n.1
Long Good-Bye 157: But if I may quote the scintillating words of the good Dr Loring, a bastardly bastard with a little black bag, stay away from my wife, Marlowe.at bastardly, adj.
Long Good-Bye 281: Remember that night you drove me home from the City Bastille?at bastille, n.
Long Good-Bye 15: The guy was down and out, starving, dirty, without a bean.at bean, n.1
Long Good-Bye 50: I expect to make a big noise in the papers out of this. Get lots of business. Private eye goes to jail rather than split on a pal.at big noise (n.) under big, adj.
Long Good-Bye 65: ‘Your name’s Menendez. The boys call you Mendy. You operate on the Strip?’ ‘Yeah? How did I get so big?’.at big, adj.
Long Good-Bye 145: ‘Big Willie Magoon,’ he said thickly. ‘A vice squad bimbo. He thinks he’s tough.’.at bimbo, n.
Long Good-Bye 309: Would it be all right now if I assumed you were representing Mr Harlan Potter when you came to see me in the bird cage?at birdcage, n.
Long Good-Bye 6: He let the door swing open. The drunk promptly slid off the seat and landed on the blacktop on the seat of his pants.at blacktop (n.) under black, adj.
Long Good-Bye 207: We’ve been through this before – that night when the gun went off. I suppose the seconal blanked you out too. You sounded sober enough. But now you pretend not to remember.at blank out (v.) under blank, v.2
Long Good-Bye 186: I [...] called the phone answering service. I shot a blank.at shoot a blank (v.) under blank, n.
Long Good-Bye 144: ‘Next time,’ the enormous man yelled, ‘I sure as hell put the blast on you, and believe me, boy, you’ll be holding a gun when they pick you up.’.at put the blast on (v.) under blast, n.1
Long Good-Bye 107: There will be sidewalks and lamp posts and children with scooters and blatting radios.at blat, v.
Long Good-Bye 137: She might or might not blow me down. I didn’t particularly care. Once in a while [...] a man and a woman can meet and talk without dragging bedrooms into it.at blow someone down, v.2
Long Good-Bye 222: Bluejays are sodium amytal. Redbirds are seconal. Yellow jackets are nembutal. Goofballs are one of the barbiturates laced with benzedrine.at bluejay (n.) under blue, adj.1
Long Good-Bye 39: Six months later he was indicted for perjury before a grand jury, booted without trial, and later stamped to death by a big stallion on his ranch in Wyoming.at boot, v.1
Long Good-Bye 227: As Ohls and I went in Sheriff Petersen was standing behind his desk and the camera boys were filing out by another door.at boys, the, n.
Long Good-Bye 51: He reached behind his hip and came up with a pair of bracelets. ‘Let’s try these for size.’.at bracelets, n.
Long Good-Bye 51: Had a guy break from me once. They ate my ass off. Let’s go, boy.at break, v.2
Long Good-Bye 48: I’m in a business where people come to me with troubles [...] but always troubles they don’t want to take to the cops. How long would they come if any bruiser with a police shield could hold me upside down and drain my guts?at bruiser, n.
Long Good-Bye 16: Mr Potter is one person who but never gives an interview. How exclusive can you get, darlings? [Ibid.] 103: You don’t have any business here. Hit the trail, sweetie. Buzz off but fast.at but, adv.
Long Good-Bye 46: A lot of scar tissues in there for you. Septum operation and was that guy a butcher!at butcher, n.1
Long Good-Bye 295: ‘What a talkative lad he is,’ Ohls said, ‘when he doesn’t have three shysters with him to button his lip.’.at button one’s lip, v.
Long Good-Bye 9: I saw a cop car double-parked and the two buttons in it staring at something over by a shop window on the sidewalk.at buttons, n.
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