Part 2:
My lab is overrun with jewelry from the crime scene. Each item is in its own baggie waiting to be organized. There will still be more once they're done with the pieces that have forensic evidence on them. I've got to sort this all by type and value and then start trying to match them to pieces that have been reported. At the same time, I have to look for links that would explain why these pieces are all together and what they might have to do with the boy's murder.
I cannot imagine the amount of work that lies ahead of me.
I turn up the stereo and let the music get me into the zone. Once it's just the pieces I need to deal with, I love my job. I lose myself in the art.
Something in the corner of my eye catches my attention and breaks my concentration. But I turn around and can't figure out what. I try to get back into my work, but now I have the feeling that something's not quite right. Maybe this is connected to the boy's murder. Fingers crossed my subconscious is working out a clue I'm just not aware of yet.
But there it is again! I know something's happening behind me, but I can't see it. What is this?
Suddenly the necklace holder is on my table - twice as big as when I'd found it. What?! It swells up - tentacles pour out from where a head should be!
I run for the door, but I'm not fast enough. The tentacles have me around the legs, arms, face, neck. Everything is going black.
The End
Guess I'm not really into writing horror, especially when it turns out to be more of a bad cop story with a random monster at the end.
