"Dunno what I was thinkin'," he said, looking the necklace over again, taking in all the details. "This was a damn good deal." He took another few moments to admire it before putting it on, then leaned back on the couch and put his feet up, enjoying the cool weight of it around his neck. Aimee had loved this thing. Thought it was completely bad ass. He'd never quite had the heart to tell her it was her dad that gave it to him in the first place. That kind of thing tended to ruin the mood. And when they were out in the woods, parked in his beat-up, fifth hand pick-up, cicadas buzzing in the dark, the distant bark of a dog --
He sat up sharply, eyes wide. "Dammit. Val!" He patted down his pockets, then looked back where he'd thrown his coat. "The hell did I put my damn phone?"
[necklace detail nfb, please!]