Detective work was a job. Writing was a job. The craft within both was The Manouevre. The workday Hammett stealth-walked through was one of laudanum-guzzling grifters and bent cops susceptible to night sweats and visions.
The Manouevre was steeped in drudge work punctuated by brief bursts of action. Read files, tail, surveil. Write reports, proffer bribes, track down suspects and on occasion risk danger.
Take The Manouevre, exalt it's language and turn it into popular fiction.
The Poet of Collision