"Oh, yeah? Around here they call it the law of the street." Silver dry-fired the Seco a few times, then rammed in the clip. "Good gun. Excellent balance. If you’d sell it to me, I’d like to buy it from you after the run." Removing the Colt from her belt holster, she stuffed it into her shoulder bag under the Fuchi and tucked the Seco into the empty holster. It was a bit snug, but did fit.