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(Thursday morning, INT: police station)

unnamed police officer: There we are. One Glock nine millimeter handgun, two rounds in the clip, one in the chamber.
JH: That's... not my gun. I do not own that gun.
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unnamed police officer: Our records indicate otherwise. And, in any event, the only other person who could conceivably claim it is deceased.
JH: Aren't handguns registered to their owners by a serial number or something?
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unnamed police officer: Indeed they are. This one is registered to James Kowalski, who lives at forty-seven Lancaster Avenue.
JH: And it doesn't bother you at all that I'm not him?
unnamed police officer: That's not my department, Mister Halliganiv.
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JH: What the heck would I even do with a gun, anyway?
unnamed police officer (shrugging): Shoot people, I presume.