"Chen tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry. He worked up some spit. "You're not--listen, Chris, you're not going to tell--well, I mean, Harriet doesn't need to--" LaMolla, still considering him with her calm, predatory eyes, uncrossed her arms and spread her hands wide like Moses parting the waters. "This is the gun room. This room is mine. These guns are mine. The evidence here? This is my evidence. I don't like someone taking it. I don't like you knowing something about it that I don't." She lowered her arms and stepped away from the door. "Get out of here, John. Don't come back without something to tell me."