<div class="floatright">(http://pcdn.500px.net/1457206/db808eb72ec7f66c5fee911270793ffb863a582d/3.jpg)</div>Cassandra Keisling/Fang<br/><br/>Had she been able to detect a single hint of insincerity, Cassandra would not have felt so thoroughly charmed by the older man.  Her smile was hardly her restrained professional perking of the lips.  "Don't worry about me, sir."<br/><br/>When her food came, she ate with relish, then excused herself and headed back out for her bike.  The first step would be to find the pendant without tipping off the buyer as to the inquiry.  She pulled up the information she'd saved in her com link on the magazine and drove back into a zone of normal connectivity.  She found a little park to take a stroll in and worked her icons, performing the routine web searches on the auction house and checking for any out of date information about the auction in question that might have not yet been deleted from their site for being no longer relevant.