A bit of research brings up the name of Diamond in the Rough Jewellers, a place that apparently sacrificed respectability for the right to client privacy, regardless of why privacy was desired to begin with. Phoenix would've preferred a less seedy place to start this phase of his investigation, but the fact of the matter was that with the knowledge that the necklace had belonged to someone else came the fact that he doesn't know how the necklace left the hands of the original owner to begin with. Another bonus is that this particular jewelers is about as far from a place he knows he would normally hang around as possible; therefore, the likelihood of running into his own alternate in a place like this is low.
He's running the investigation on Mia's world, even though he'd looked up the name of the place on his own. He's sure there was a logic somewhere in why he trusted that a place would exist in both worlds, but not necessarily an object; in the end, he settles for the fact that it was sent to her by someone here; ergo, here was the most likely place to find out where it CAME from.
It doesn't quite prevent a shiver of unpleasantness as he enters, though. He's dressed about as non-lawyerly as he can get; no sense in tipping off the locals to the possibility of free money even though he's the LAST lawyer in town anybody would want to rip off. He walks up to the counter, looking over the display items and wondering exactly how many of them are here on the up and up.
He'll ring the bell if nobody shows up soon.
He's running the investigation on Mia's world, even though he'd looked up the name of the place on his own. He's sure there was a logic somewhere in why he trusted that a place would exist in both worlds, but not necessarily an object; in the end, he settles for the fact that it was sent to her by someone here; ergo, here was the most likely place to find out where it CAME from.
It doesn't quite prevent a shiver of unpleasantness as he enters, though. He's dressed about as non-lawyerly as he can get; no sense in tipping off the locals to the possibility of free money even though he's the LAST lawyer in town anybody would want to rip off. He walks up to the counter, looking over the display items and wondering exactly how many of them are here on the up and up.
He'll ring the bell if nobody shows up soon.