I don't know why this is the one that pulled me the most.
The chamber was empty, but smelled of gunpowder and regret.
Dude, depressing and reminds me of either an ex-cop or ex-PI that's failed too many times. Makes me wonder if he's going to end it all by going off going off a cliff.
He drove San Fernando in darkness, at an hour so late that he shared the road with only city service vehicles and cops, which of course led to driving well below the speeds he preferred. He drove so slow that he couldn’t outrace the partial melancholies and dot-to-dot failures tied to the rear of his car like tin cans on a wedding limo.