"That's what I always thought," Zinda agreed. "Been turnin' in the ones I take off the idiots into the police," she said. "Reckon the idiots can't get them if they're locked up in evidence lockers. Not that I ain't sure they're findin' replacements within days, but I'm told they can match the guns to bullets from crime scenes." A shrug, and she rested her chin in her white-gloved hand. "I just hope I am makin' a bit of a difference. I'd hate to think I got yanked over here just to take up space."