The bright sky had once again been covered in thick polluting clouds. There were a few random gunshots in the distance although the people of China Town were used to it. Tommy crossed the street over to his sports car. He got in just before the heavens opened, pouring rain over the city. Tommy opened the dash box and pulled out a map. He smiled at his luck as he opened the map and ran his finger over the section labeled The Red Light District. He frowned, there were two possible pawnshops in the area. Tommy couldn't help wondering what the hell he was doing but it seemed instinctive.

The first pawnshop was only two miles away and Tommy was parked outside it within minutes. The shop appeared rundown and in a state of disrepair. Tommy entered the shop reluctantly. The first thing he noticed was number of stolen car radios and dodgy electronics. A short fat Cuban sat behind a cluttered desk. He appeared to be looking over a slit radio; wires wrapped around his chubby little fingers. The man looked up at Tommy suspiciously, "Can i help you" he said simply as he lit a cigarette. Tommy approached and pulled the necklace from his pocket, "Yeah, did you sell this?" he asked calmly. The Cuban snatched it from Tommy's grasp, making him scowl angrily. The Cuban pulled an eyeglass from his pocket and looked closely at the diamonds. He shook his head, "Na, never seen anything of this quality before" he muttered. Tommy nodded solemnly and picked it from the Cuban's hand. The Cuban called out after Tommy as he left the pawnshop and got into the car, driving at radical speed.

It took over half an hour for Tommy to race to the next pawnshop. He pulled over ignoring the no park zone. He looked up at the shop. It was rundown and the windows had been blacked out with oriental shutters. Tommy entered slowly. A chime rang above his head as the door swung shut. The ceiling was cluttered with a range of antique ornaments, chandeliers and dream catchers. Tommy had to duck under them as he headed towards the table at the far end of the shop. His eyes scanned along cluttered shelves. The pawnshop appeared to be more of an Aladdin's cave than a shop at all.

A tall yet elderly Chinese man stood behind the desk. A pipe poked out the side of his mouth. The man looked at Tommy carefully. He stroked his white beard before he took his pipe out of his mouth and blew a small cloud of smoke. He adjusted his tatty red jacket and cracked his fingers, "Welcome Sir" he said bowing his head slightly. Tommy smiled weakly, "Do you remember selling this?" he asked as he produced the diamond studded Celtic cross. The old Chinese man took the necklace gently. He turned it over carefully in his wrinkles hands and let out an amused sigh. He smiled and nodded, "Indeed, an exquisite piece of jewelry. Yes i recall selling it" Tommy seemed a little anxious. He nodded in relief, "This is very important, who sold it to you" he asked as the Chinese man handed back the necklace. The elderly man shook his head unhappily, "Its confidential I'm afraid". Tommy stuffed the necklace back into his pocket. He then pulled his last hundred-dollar bill and put it down heavily on the desk. The Chinese man looked at the money for a moment, he nodded, "A woman. I don't have a record of her name. She came in two weeks ago, black hair, brilliantly bright green eyes.." The old man trailed off as he strained to remember more details. Tommy nodded, the description seemed perfect. He thanked the Chinese man and left abruptly.

Meanwhile Rosenberg was enjoying living the high life in Vice City. So far he had spent nearly a thousand dollars on take-away alone. He sat behind Tommy's desk sipping a hot foaming cappuccino and reading a playboy magazine. He kicked back and looked out of the window, "This is the life" he muttered wistfully as he took another sip from the hot mug.

The phone rang suddenly, making him spill a bit of the drink of his clean white suit. He groaned and put the cup down on the desk. "Yes, what!" he said angrily as he answered the phone. The colour faded from his face as a voice spoke, "Ah, hello Tommy. Business is doing great" he said with nervous enthusiasm.

He listened to Tommy's voice intently, nodded occasionally. "Really...yes, yes i will. Ok. Bye" he muttered into the phone before hanging up. Rosenberg looked around the room, he opened the draw of Tommy's desk to get a pen when his eyes fell on something else. He lifted the dagger out of the draw and looked at it before quickly putting it back. Rosenberg shook his head, "Tommy, what are you thinking" he said dolefully.