“Sorry! I didn't mean it that way," she apologized.

"I know you didn't, just having some fun." He smiled briefly then returned to being serious.

"Met Robin I take it?"

“Yes, her and her husband. They're very nice."

“Husband.” Ernest sighed, then shrugged.

"Still telling that story, but I get why."

“Cliff's not her husband? So he's just a young lover?" Good for her she added to herself.

“I suppose its not my place to tell you who he is, but he's not her husband. I'm sure sometime soon you'll find out or she'll tell you.”

“Okay, but not sure why..

“The necklace, she give it to you last night?" He pointed to it.

“Yes and no." Emma's heart raced as he brought it up.

"My son found it upstairs and brought it down. Robin told me a woman named Sherri had left it here. She said she wanted me to have it."

"Didn't think it was funny a woman you just met wants to give you a family heirloom?"

"Kind of," she admitted.

"But we hit it off and," she heard herself justifying and nodded.

“Yes, kind of strange, but I didn't see the harm in taking it."

I remember it on Sherri." He nodded.

“Except it was a ruby and she said Robin gave it to her."

"Must have been a different one." Emma replied even as her mind replayed Eric opening he box and her swearing it was a purplish.

“Maybe she has a set?"

"Only one; thing is like a damn boomerang, just keeps popping up. It was purple when Mary had it." Ernest said casually, but his eyes were on hers and she couldn't help blinking as she spoke.

“Mary, the women who was shot?"

"Yup, she wore it all the time. I'd see her in town with it." He paused, then lowering his voice added.

"Bet she had it on her when she was shot."

"So where is it now? The purple one?"