Actually, I read this in high school and do not remember where. I re-read it last year to support a paper for English that I had to write on my own haiku. Since the poem was about the Santa Anas (the Red Wind) of my native Los Angeles and it's been a few years since I went home, I googled it and found it online here.
Try it, not even geography professors can resist quoting from Red Wind. "Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife …"
It's a perfect Philip Marlowe story, only seven chapters long with all the world-weary cynicism you expect from Chandler. And it helped me get an A from my professor.