Turtle love

“‘Turtle Love…’”  Sergeant Silver scratched his head as he looked at the woman’s resume.  “You mind telling me about that job?”

“I help make and distribute handcrafted jewelry,” the woman named Joy said, looking nervously around the interrogation room.  “It’s an online business, so you won’t find any branches in a mall.”

“And would you be able to remember a piece of jewelry that you made?” the detective inquired.

“Certainly,” Joy replied proudly.  “I means, if I went back several years, it might get tricky.”

“Then maybe you can tell us about this.”  Sergeant Silver dropped an emerald ring in front of her, which she immediately started to examine.