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The Lion spread both arms wide and ran his eyes down Ballard’s body.
“Well, now, I only see one thing you got with you to trade, darlin’. So how ’bout we go across the hall to my private crib for a little of that afternoon delight?”
“I think I just want to make a deal. I’ve got the phone Bobby gave me in my boot.”
Ballard reached down and pulled up the leg of her jeans.
“Hey, wait,” the Lion said, sensing danger.
But it was too late. Lion went for his gun, but Ballard came up with her gun in hand and pushed the barrel into his neck.
“Don’t do it,” Ballard said.
The Lion started raising his hands. Ballard saw fear creep into his eyes.
“Okay, okay, now,” he said. “Be easy.”
“Shut up,” she said. “You make a sound, it’ll get you killed.” She reached her free hand to his waist and pulled his gun.
“Hey, come on,” he said. “Let’s just be friends.”
Ballard stepped back and pointed the big and small guns at his chest.
“On the floor,” she said. “Now.”
Keeping his hands up, the Lion got down on one knee and then the other.
“Lionel, huh?” Ballard said. “What’s your last name?”
“Why do you care?” the Lion said. “What do you want?”
“Good question. Bobby D. brought you a gun and a badge yesterday. Where are they?”
The Lion’s eyes widened.
“Oh, shit! That was you! That was your badge! Bobby told me they took it off a surfer chick who was a cop.”
He gave a short, high-pitched laugh. Anger flooded Ballard and she rushed forward into him, knocking him backward to the floor. She was on top of him then and this time she pushed the barrel of his own gun into his neck.
“I asked you a question, Lionel. You want to get out of this room alive, you better start telling me what I—”
“Okay, okay, okay. Take it easy. We can deal, we can deal.”
“I’m not interested in a deal. Where is the badge? Where is the gun?”
She pulled back from him and dragged the barrel of his gun down his torso to his thigh, where she held it.
“Talk,” she said. “Or you’re going to lose a leg.”
“Okay, okay, the gun is in the gun box,” he said. “Right behind you. Just take it, it’s yours.”
“The badge.”
“Uh, I, uh, already sold the badge. But we can get it back.”
“Sold it to who?”
“Just a guy. A customer buys guns from me. He’d been telling me he was looking for a badge and so I hit him when one came in.”
