taking ownership of my client’s property, that’s what I’m doing,” Flannigan replied as he stuffed his paperwork and identification into his pocket. Without looking up, he scratched his name across the bottom of the clipboard held by a bald guy in a lab coat. “Can I just see that?” she asked as she reached them, and she snagged the plastic bag out of the attendant’s hand before Flannigan could stop her. She held the small bag up to the light as she examined the diamond. “Nice and brilliant.” Smiling