1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 86: I don’t give a greased goddam who gets hurt.at not give a good goddam, v.
1946 John Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 79: She strikes me as an ankle who doesn’t yell easy.at ankle, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 85: The papers play it up and the mayor starts getting ants about the third day and lights a fire under the commissioner.at ants, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 46: He came back and was counting it out carefully for me – something no experienced apron would ever do.at apron, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 52: Shall we kick it around down here, or would you rather come upstairs for some privacy?at kick around, v.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 211: It scared him because that old San Diego beef against Fleming had been a frame.at beef, n.2
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 19: What’s the belch, friend? Am I supposed to have bent a law?at belch, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 19: What’s the belch, friend? Am I supposed to have bent a law?at bend, v.2
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 136: My personal belief is that he was putting the bite on Sandmark.at put the bite on (v.) under bite, n.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 47: Only a hophead would do any blasting where we were.at blast, v.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 163: I’m sure you didn’t ask me to put on a boiled shirt and come over just to point out what a dirty name I am.at boiled shirt (n.) under boiled, adj.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 85: I wasn’t giving you the brush. [Ibid.] 223: Zarr [...] gives her a fast line of patter and a faster brushoff.at give someone the brush(-off) (v.) under brush-off, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 78: ‘She didn’t fog him; no. Matter of fact she called the buttons herself.’ ‘Buttons?’ ‘Police.’.at buttons, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 40: Then somebody [...] tipped off at least one city editor and things started to buzz.at buzz, v.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 133: A snooper, hunh? I should of caught on when you didn’t flash a buzzer on me.at buzzer, n.3
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 82: That kind of canoodling [...] should have shaped her into a cocktail-lounge cutie.at canoodle, v.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 48: ‘See if he’s armed, Andrew.’ [...] ‘He’s clean, sir.’.at clean, adj.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 72: You’re the one who is wide open, and you’re going to get clipped by a craphouse – pardon me – full of law if you don’t get on that telephone and get your licks in first.at clip, v.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 19: You were at that cold-meat party. I spotted you at the cemetery.at cold meat party (n.) under cold meat, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 132: Cut it, Clyne. I won’t take that kind of answer.at cut it, v.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 82: That kind of canoodling [...] should have shaped her into a cocktail-lounge cutie.at cutie, n.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 220: No ’cutor’s going to make a case out of that many guesses.at cutor, n.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 95: The car radio gave me ‘Whispering,’ very softly, with a lot of strings, a growling doghouse and a sobbing trumpet.at doghouse, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 71: It was a bedroom with mirrors and crystal doodads.at doodad, n.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 213: They sat there and blinked at me. My bombshell was a dud.at dud, n.2
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 226: He called him out [...] and killed him. I’ll eat my 1928 deputy-sheriff’s star if he didn’t.at eat one’s hat, v.
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 64: I rolled out onto Wabash, dodged the el pillars south to Jackson.at el, n.1
1946 J. Evans Halo in Blood (1988) 133: A snooper, huh? I should of caught on when you didn’t flash a buzzer on me.at flash, v.1