Max-stravaganza

A LONG GOODBYE TO THE LITTLE SISTER A Raymond Chandler Bing mystery Chapter One: Under the Dame The cracked and fading text on the door read: "R.C. Bing: Dick for Hire."  I've never been happy with the phrasing on that.   Thought about "This gun for hire" to capture a Dashiell Hammett meets Bruce Springsteen vibe.  Problem being, I'm not licensed to carry a firearm so technically it would be false advertising.  Not that it bothers any of my competitors.  Really doubt your name is "Allen Wrench" and you're "Licensed and bonded to open up any case." Still, my amateurish slogan didn't deter this broad.  W hether she was looking for a dick or a gun, she walked into my office.   Even had the manners to knock first .   The dame stood in my doorway like a hurricane waiting to hit land.   Could she be any more brooding?  I mean, come on. She slinked over to my desk, slowly moving one hip in front of the other like she was Jessica