It was a piss green peridot with two inlaid cubic zirconia attached to a size seven band. I wear a size 9, but it might fit my pinky. Since I pulled it off a finger buried under twelve inches of Paco Taco scraps, I had no illusions that the glimmering gems were real. No killer worth his salt would leave anything valuable on a stiff. It may have been cheap, but it sure cleaned up nice.
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