Finally I sent a goon squad after him and dragged him to my office.
It could, perhaps, send Dalgetty a few men but it had no goon squads.
At 42nd Street, Louis the Goon got off and trundled over to the shuttle.
There was no way of finding what office Louis the Goon had visited.
They were almost at Louis the Goon's roost when Lamb saw how he was going to do it.
He could play the fly-on-the-wall in Louis the Goon's life as long as he wanted.
"Well, I guess there'll be nothing doing today," Louis the Goon said.
Louis the Goon, as he had already christened him in his mind.
The killing of Louis the Goon was the only thing that counted.
Lamb didn't figure it to take long in the case of Louis the Goon.
