For the first time since meeting the girl, Frankie frowned. "My eyes aren't that bad, yet," he replied, thinking she had spoken to him. "But you can't peek at a stone and tell quality without having some magnification."
He reached for the velvet box and snapped the lid open, surveying the contents with a nod. The bracelets would be the first to go; someone always hit it big at the tables and strolled into the Gold Mine, looking for a little bling on the cheap to take home and impress the neighbors. Either that, or some philandering asshole wanting to deck out the Other Woman without spending too much. By first glance, he knew he could probably get seven or eight for each. The earrings were mostly studs, but they were big; even if the quality wasn't that great, they could be popped from the settings and sold loose.
"I got a guy in Phoenix who has a thing for diamonds," he mused. "Might take a week to get him out here but he'd probably go for these. No idea what the guy does with'em -- never seen him wear so much as a tie tack. Shit, maybe he eats'em, who knows."
The ring might be more of a hard sell. It looked custom and the band was thin, making it difficult to be resized. The setting itself was a little too gawdy to pass off quickly; it might be another one to remove from the setting and shift stone by stone.
"Should be an easy piece," he said, more to himself than to Celeste, and nodded. "What are you looking to get here?"