"I have something I believe you want."
"And how would you know what I'd want?" Bobby asked cynically.
"I know many things Bobby. I have a Gem of Omara in my posession. And not just any, but one with a touch of Ruby..."
"You're yanking my chain," Bobby scoffed.
"Maybe. But maybe not. Do you really want to take that chance?"
"You're trying to tell me that you own the last Eastern Gem of Omara all of a sudden? Because I happen to know who-"
"Had it? Yes, Cornelia. Lovely old lady. Beautiful funeral service, you should have been there."
"Bela?"
Bela sighed.
"Ok, I killed her, alright? Do you want this stupid jewel or not?"
Bobby froze in shock, but a moment later hung up on her.
Bela stared at the phone, rolled her eyes and huffed.