Twenty grand, easy.
Diamonds shone across the front of the ring, announcing how valuable that engagement ring was.
It had sparkled with the brightness that had once been her future.
Until she shot Craig.
Now it was stained red as she gripped at his wounded chest while he tore off the necklace.
Blood diamonds? Yes, the blood of all Red John's victims.
He had chosen that ring for Craig to give her. The sight of it on her finger shot poison into her heart.
She removed it from a finger slick with Craig's blood and threw it into the woods.