Dante reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and took out a pistol he had previously picked, letting it hang from between the index and thumb of his right hand. Under the bald man's watch, he slowly placed it on the counter.
"You know the drill." Said the man.
Dante glanced at the gun, a corner of his mouth rising.
"I took it off some punk who tried to rob me."
"Did you shoot anyone with it?"
"No. I got it only a few minutes ago."
"Only a few minutes ago, huh?"
The bald man held his gaze in silence then gazed down at the pistol. He picked it up, ejected the magazine, then inspected it. Inserting it back, he pulled the slide and caught the bullet that sprang out. Staring at the weapon some more, he let out a sigh and placed it down.
"Sell or trade?"
"This one I will sell." Saying that, Dante reached into his armpit holster. "This is the one I'm looking to trade."
