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"It was a piece of shit. I want a real gun."
"You do have balls. But you got a mouth too. You better watch it. All I've got is a Colt .38. Take it or leave it."
"Loaded?"
Chen fiddled with the gun inside the bag.
"Three rounds."
"That's all?" William asked.
"Like I said--take it or leave it."
"How much?"
"Five hundred."
William laughed harshly. "Three or I walk."
Chen hesitated then nodded. "Only 'cause I like you."
Both young men glanced around the Starbucks. The bag was exchanged for the money.
Without a word William rose. Chen said, "Tomorrow. Eight. Here."
"I'll try."
Chen laughed. "'Piss on him.'" He turned back to his coffee.
Outside, William started quickly down the sidewalk away from Starbucks.
The figure stepped out of the alley, moving quickly toward him.
William stopped, startled. Sam Chang walked up to his son.
The boy started walking again, fast, head down.
"Well?" Chang asked, falling into place beside the boy.
"I got it, Baba."
"Give it to me," his father said.
He passed his father the bag, which disappeared into the man's pocket. "You didn't tell him your name?"
"No."
"You didn't mention the Ghost or the Dragon?"
"I'm not stupid," William snapped. "He doesn't have any idea who we are."
They walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Did he charge you all the money?"
William hesitated and began to say something. Then he dug into his pocket and handed his father back the remaining hundred dollars of the cash his father had given him for the gun.
As they approached the house Chang said to his son, "I'm going to put it in the front closet. We'll use it only if the Ghost tries to get inside. Never take it with you anywhere. Understand?"
