Hardboiled Fridays!

"The dead Mexican lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. On the flat's close air still lingered the tang of gunpowder, but the unnatural angle of the Mexican's head suggested his Colt. 38 had been a poor idea. he had gotten off one shot, then had been knocked backward over the sprung worn sofa, had landed on the back of his neck and had died. The blond man flexed his hands once, like a wrestler who has thrown his opponent in the ring and is waiting for him to rise again."

Interface
by Joe Gores
(M. Evans and Company, 1974)