amok: Already prepared a paragraph. This (I hope) should be fairly easy:

"The raincoat was open in front and I couldn’t button it, being handcuffed. The skirts flapped against my legs like the wings of a large and tired bird. I came to the highway. Cars went by in a wide swirl of water illuminated by headlights. The tearing noise of their tyres died swiftly. I found my convertible where I had left it, both tyres fixed and mounted, so it could be driven away, if necessary. They thought of everything. I got into it and leaned down sideways under the wheel and fumbled aside the flap of leather that covered the pocket. I got the other gun, stuffed it up under my coat and started back. The world was small, shut in, black. A private world for Canino and me."

amok: Well, that is from the Hound of Baskerville. And my riddle is here: http://www.gog.com/forum/general/name_this_book/post70 :)

ZapMcRaygunn: Holy Humphrey Bogart, Batman. That's The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler. One of the great hard boiled gumshoe classics which also was the basis for a great movie.

DieRuhe: Ok, sorry. Lots of work-related disasters lately.

So here goes:

"I'm not a cop anymore" reminded Jake, sitting and smiling evenly at the plump man.

(I don't know if that's too much or not enough, but I guess I'll find out!)