Mac drove over to "New York Treasure Hunters" to see what they knew about this situation. He had never known this place was here. "You ever been treasure hunting?" Stella asked.

"Not unless you count using a metal detector," Mac said, with a sly grin.

Stella smiled. "On a case?"

"Well, you don't have to make it sound so lame."

"That 'is' lame."

They got out of the Avalanche and went into the building. Mac looked around the waiting area. There were all kinds of stones and different things on display around the room. Stella was shocked that they would have all this here. "You think all this is real?" she asked.

"I hope not," Mac said.

"Then again, look at jewelry stores."

"I guess."

They went over to the counter, which was as high as their chest. There was a woman behind the counter at a computer. "I'll be with you in a second," she said.

Mac leaned on the counter with his badge in his hand. The woman looked at the badge and then at Mac. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I need to ask you some questions," Mac said. "I'm Detective Mac Taylor."

"Detective Bonasera," Stella said.

The woman stood up at the counter. Mac showed her a picture of the victim. "You remember that woman?" he asked.

"Yes," the woman said. "She's the one who found that big diamond and ruby. How could I forget her?"

"You got any pictures of those items?"

"Of course."

The woman got a big book and brought it out to a table in the waiting room. Mac and Stella sat down, while the woman flipped through the pages. "Yes, here she is," she said.

Mac and Stella looked at the picture of Isabella King and Allison Corbin. They were each holding small uncut jewels in their hands. "Those don't look very big," Mac said.

"That is a five carat diamond," the woman said, incredulously. "Do you know what a perfect cut you can make with one that size?"

"Not really."

"And the ruby…Oh, it was fabulous."

"Do you know what they did with them?"

"They had them made into jewelry. Isabella brought hers in and showed me. They were gorgeous."

"Did you happen to take a picture of them?" Stella asked.

"As a matter of fact, I did." The woman flipped some more pages. "There." She pointed to a picture of Isabella holding her hands up in front of her with the rings on.

"We need copies of these pictures," Mac said.

"I can make some now."

"Please."

The woman stood up, and then stopped. "Can you tell me what this is about?" she asked.

Mac looked at her. "Isabella was murdered last night," he said. "And we think it had something to do with those rings."

The woman was shocked. "I didn't know. I'll get these copies for you."

Mac and Stella looked at the other pictures. There were pictures of different people in there with jewels. The woman came back in a few minutes with copies of the pictures. "Ma'am, who all do you show these pictures to?" Mac asked.

"Those are our promotional pictures," she said. "Anyone can look at them."

Mac looked at Stella. "Has anybody been particularly interested in these pictures?" Stella asked.

The woman thought a moment. "No more than usual," she said. "Although, there was this one guy who came in who was interested in what kind of jewelry he could get made out of raw jewels. I showed him these."

"You didn't give him any copies of these pictures, did you?" Mac asked.

The woman looked a little guilty. "He said he wanted to show them to his wife," she said.

Mac couldn't believe it. He looked at the woman. "How long ago was that?"

"Maybe two weeks?"

Mac knew any number of people could have touched this book since then. "Can you describe this guy? Did you get a name?"

"Yes, he said his name was James Woods. He was very tall. I'd say about six-two. He had blonde hair and green eyes. He had a dark tan. Looked like he spent a lot of time on the beach."

"You didn't happen to get an address and phone number, did you?" Mac asked.

The woman smiled. "Everyone who comes in fills out one," she said.

Mac thought this was too easy. "Can you get it for us?" he asked.

"Just a moment."

Mac looked at Stella. "I'll just bet it has a fake address and phone number," Stella said.

Mac smiled. "I'm not betting with you anymore," he said.

"Why?"

"Because, I never win."

Stella laughed. "I take good odds."

"Yeah, you initiate the bet."

"Now, wait, you initiated that one on the mountain."

"Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"Well, I'm not biting this one."

Soon, the woman came back and gave them the address card. "Thanks," Mac said. He and Stella stood up. "And one more thing…be careful who you show pictures to."

Mac and Stella went back out to the Avalanche. Stella looked at the pictures of the jewelry. "Wow, anybody would notice these," she said. She held her hand beside the picture to compare her ring to the one in the picture.

Mac noticed it. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm just looking."

"I could never afford a diamond that big."

Stella looked at him. "I don't want a diamond that big. The one you gave me is just fine. Besides, it's not that small." She looked at the picture again. "Look at those rubies. She had the ruby cut into five separate ones and had small diamonds put around it. Beautiful."

"I don't understand why she would wear that around."

"Mac, why have jewelry if you can't wear it? She shouldn't have had to worry about it, is what the point is."

"I know, but you can't change the world."

They went back to the lab and had Adam enlarge the pictures so they could get a better look at the rings. He also ran the address and had Flack go and check it out. It turned out to be an empty lot. The phone number was for a pizza parlor. Mac wasn't even sure the name was for real either.

"We have to get all the jewelry stores watching for these rings," Mac said. "If somebody tries to sell them, we need to know it."

"I'm on it," Stella said, and went to her office.

Mac looked at the rings. "Adam, I want you to make close up pictures of these and give them to the newspapers and TV stations, get them posted downstairs. If anybody sees those rings, I want to know about it."

"I'm on it," Adam said.

Mac knew they might never find that guy who did this. They had a description, but there could be a dozen people in this city who fit that description. Mac went to his office and sat down. He didn't know what to do now but wait. They would have to hope whoever had that jewelry was stupid enough to try and pawn it.