The Death of Filmore Brown
an excerpt

His tactic of redirection was working out very well, in his opinion. It was obvious that this girl was not exceptionally bright, although she certainly had enough spunk to rob a knick-knack store a gunpoint. He wondered where she might have gotten the gun. Probably a relative who had no idea that it had gone missing, if it mattered at all, which it mostly didn't.
He answered her question by entering negotiations. "Did you know that I spent much of my life as an accountant? I handled money, in the abstract, for a living. It's quite the job and while not as exciting as armed robbery, it certainly did teach me a few things about security and precaution. For instance, I keep a bare minimum of cash on hand, the rest of which is in a safe. I make routine cash drops at my bank. Believe me, if you shot me, you would never see more than enough to take a friend to a movie and possibly buy a small bucket of popcorn.
"On the other hand, while I do not keep a surplus of cash, I do have a certain measure of liquidity that I reserve for chance finds that are too good to pass up. Things like, oh, that bracelet for instance. Something like that wields far greater power in this shop than your uncle's Smith and Wesson."
It was a guess, but he was close enough to the mark that she lowered the gun. She had no holster for it, a definite indicator of its origins and the manner in which she obtained it.
"My grandfather's, actually. He's the one who gave me the bracelet. He said it was his mom's, so I guess you were right about that. Could I really get good money for it?"
"You certainly could. If I were a more shrewd man, I would buy it from you, no questions asked. However, it does possess one quality, the ownership of which cannot be transferred."
"You mean sold? It's just a bracelet."
"Correct, but it is also an heirloom, and unless your family name carries any celebrity, its worth to me, or to the collectors I could find to purchase it, is far less than its worth to you personally."
A cross look came over her and she furrowed her brow, saying, "You mean you told me all that and you're not gonna buy my fucking bracelet?"
In his most paternal tone, he said, "I'm afraid not, dear. But I'll buy the gun for a hundred dollars."