Red Wind

        He looked at the drunk's back. The drunk was playing checkers with his empty glasses. The new customer looked at me, then he looked along the line of half-booths at the other side of the place. They were all empty. He came on in, down past where the drunk sat swaying and muttering to himself, and spoke to the bar kid.

Raymond Chandler
Red Wind
1938

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Jack Vettriano