Chapter 12After lunch I went back to the g*n store. The owner was on the phone but she recognized me and hung up quickly.
“How can I help you?” she said.
“I'd like to buy that .38 your friend wants to sell,” I said.
The owner went into the back room and came out carrying a pouch with the g*n and a cleaning kit in it. She took it out, handed it to me and said, “My friend left it here in case someone was interested.”
It was quite worn on the outside. She told me it had been used by a security guard. Probably not fired that much. The inside didn't look worn.
“Ok, I'll take it, and a box of bullets,” I said, and pulled out the money.
She put it all in a plastic bag and said, “If anyone asks where you got it, just say a guy on the beach in Dominical was selling it.”
“Will do.”
I started
