Parker leaned forward to look not only at the picture inside the locket, but at the necklace itself. Her fingers twitched, but she kept her hands at her sides and didn't touch the piece of jewelry. Brass and what looked like filigree -- pretty enough, Parker supposed, but not really worth anything. Not compared to the diamonds she'd taken at home.
The photo inside the locket was of a normal-looking, dark-haired boy and Parker half shrugged, examining it. "Huh. Ok." What was it you were supposed to say when people showed you pictures of their kids? Parker couldn't remember, but it was probably supposed to be a compliment. "Too big to get into a small space, like a vent or most drainage pipes. That's good -- it gives us fewer places to look."