chain-lock

Don't haul it up the stairs, just leave it outside with a shit-heavy chain-lock fixed to a pole or a bench.

The Backlash Conspiracy: Divide and Conquer BikeSnobNYC 2009

At sunset an elderly black man named Batist helped me close up the bait shop and chain-lock our rental boats to the pilings under the dock.

Jolie Blon’s Bounce James Lee Burke 2002

At sunset an elderly black man named Batist helped me close up the bait shop and chain-lock our rental boats to the pilings under the dock.

Dave Robicheaux Ebook Boxed Set James Lee Burke 2002

At sunset an elderly black man named Batist helped me close up the bait shop and chain-lock our rental boats to the pilings under the dock.

Jolie Blon’s Bounce James Lee Burke 2002

At sunset an elderly black man named Batist helped me close up the bait shop and chain-lock our rental boats to the pilings under the dock.

Dave Robicheaux Ebook Boxed Set James Lee Burke 2002

At sunset an elderly black man named Batist helped me close up the bait shop and chain-lock our rental boats to the pilings under the dock.

Jolie Blon’s Bounce James Lee Burke 2002

At sunset an elderly black man named Batist helped me close up the bait shop and chain-lock our rental boats to the pilings under the dock.

Jolie Blon’s Bounce James Lee Burke 2002

Anne instantly felt terrible and ushered Beth inside, closing the door behind her and latching the chain-lock reflexively.

Courting Trouble Scottoline, Lisa 1993

Then the hall was illumined, and presently a chain-lock was drawn, inside the door, the barrier swung open, and the serving-woman stood there before him, dressed with the evidences of haste that advertised the fact she had risen from her bed.

A Husband by Proxy Jack Steele

He made one little jiggle with this tool and the trombone player's door cracked open--the dude had the chain-lock on the door--but not for long, with another whip of his wrist, the Climber snapped open the chain lock and the door sprang open to reveal the trombone player sitting back naked in a big easy chair playing his trombone with an erection, which he was managing to use the slide of the trombone to titilate quite dramatically until he looked up and saw us and in leaping to his feet, actually got his erection caught in the slide near the bell of the horn-- running cursing like a first mate on Satan's meanest four-master as he stumbled about the room, me and the Climber laughing our asses off and the trombone player threatening to kill us both.

The Art of Crime The Daily Growler 2006