Year's back the Salt Lake City Police Department sponsored a gun buy. I was working as a burglary detective for the Salt Lake County Sheriffs Office at the time and was officed in a substation in an unincorporated suburb. We had a few citizens bring in guns to our substation, not knowing we weren't them. As the 'gun guy' in the receptionist's mind, if I was in the building, she called me to the counter to handle things. I explained it was the SLCPD doing this, not us, and gave them the downtown address. I always offered to check the gun for them to make sure it wasn't loaded. If the gun was worth more than SLCPD was giving, I told them that and gave them the names and addresses of a couple of honest gunshops that would possibly buy them for a more fair price.
One man, prosperously dressed driving a new Cadillac, came in. I gave him the speech. He took me up on the offer to check the gun's loaded status, and he took what looked like a brand new Inglis High Power out of his bag. I told him what it was, that it was indeed empty and gave him the names of the other shops and what I thought they might offer. He smiled and said, "You seem to know a lot about guns." I said I was a hobbyist. He said, it was a real hassle to drive downtown and another hassle to find parking and he didn't see it worthwhile driving around to the gunshops for what he said as just a few bucks. How about he sold it to me?
I told him it might be some kind of conflict of interest. He said, he couldn't see a conflict, I had told him what was what and we were both adults. I told him I didn't have the money on me that the gun was worth. He said, "How much you got?" I checked my wallet and think I had just over $100.
He said, "Keep ten bucks for lunch and I'll be happy with the rest." We traded off gun for cash, exchanged business cards and we both went away happy.