Chapter Fourteen

"Yep, the ring is a match for the indentations on Kenton Jenkins' temple," the forensic pathologist, Dr. Garrett told Janice and Harold. "But it was completely wiped clean. The only thing we got off of it was traces of bleach. There's not a dent, a scrape or a diamond out of place."

"Damn it," Janice growled, slamming her right fist into her left hand.

Harold shook his head. "We're no closer than we were before we found the ring."

"That's not necessarily true," said Dr. Garrett. "The trademark inside the ring is from a custom jewelry store in Atlanta."

"What?" Harold said, taking the ring and looking at the tiny writing inside.

"Yeah, it's a Terrell Donnell. I've seen his work before, usually on wedding bands, but he does custom designs for a variety of jewelry. I think he even has his own studio in Atlanta."

“I wonder if Kenton, or whoever purchased this ring, bought it directly from Terrell Donnell,” Harold said, studying the tiny markings.