He walked away from the Shelters and caught the belt to the center of town; the journey didn't take long. He stepped off, and wandered in the bright sunshine, not quite aimlessly. At length he found an Electronic Arms store, and went inside.
robot came to wait on him. "I'd like to speak to the manager," he said and the robot went away.
Presently the manager appeared, middle aged, drowsy. "What can I do for you?"
Luis laid the retrogression gun on the counter. "I'd like to know who this was sold to."
The manager coughed. "Well, there are millions of them, hundreds of millions."
"I know, but I have to find out."
The manager picked it up. "It's a competitor's make," he said doubtfully. "Of course, as a courtesy to a customer...." He fingered it thoughtfully. "Do you really want to know? It's just a freezer. Not at all dangerous."
Luis looked at it with concern. Just a freezer—not a retro gun at all! Then it couldn't have been the weapon used on him.