“Why did you send the gun back to me?”
“It belongs to you.”
“I gave it to you.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know where it’s been or who it has been used to kill.”
“It’s brand-new; a virgin weapon.”
“I have obtained another weapon, and a license to use it.”
“They gave you a carry license? It took months for me to get one, and cost ten thousand dollars.”
“Funny, mine didn’t cost anything.”
“How did you do that?”
“I filled out a form and got fingerprinted. I didn’t bribe anybody.”
“Is this conversation being recorded?” he demanded.
“Only if you’re recording it. And let me say this for the record: don’t call me again, because next time you do it will be recorded, if you incriminate yourself.”
“You bloody bitch!”
“I don’t know about the bloody part. But I’m happy for you to consider me to be a bitch, because that’s what I will be, if you reach out to me again.”
She hung up. “How’d I do?”
“You made your point,” Stone said. “I wish we could have learned who he paid ten thousand dollars to get the carry permit for him. I would have liked for Dino to nail that bastard.”
“How much did you pay Dino to get mine?”
“Listen to me very carefully,” Stone said. “All Dino did was to move you up in the line and write a letter swearing to your good character. You’re ungrateful to insinuate that he broke the law by doing you a favor.”
She looked away, abashed. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Just as long as you know the truth. Tell me, did you ever have occasion to sniff the barrel of the pistol Trench gave you?”
“You mean, like, take cocaine off it?”
“No, I mean to ask what it smelled like, if you smelled it.”
“I didn’t smell it. I didn’t know I should have.”
“It was not a requirement, just a precaution.”
“Against what?”
“If the gun smelled of oil, it would not have been fired recently. If it smelled of gunpowder, then it would have been fired.”
“What does gunpowder smell like?”
Stone thought about that. “Like gunpowder, I guess. I don’t know what compares.”