Owen stared in horror. The lid had somehow come off the specimen jar and, predictably, its erstwhile contents were nowhere in sight.
“Crap! That’s all I need! I’ll be looking for the little bugger for the rest of the day,” he groaned.
A thorough search of the autopsy bay proved fruitless. Honestly, how could something that small move so fast?
Owen sighed heavily. He would have to extend his search, and that meant telling the others. Not an appealing thought. There was no choice though; they couldn’t let it escape.
“Guys? We have a problem. I’ve lost the Peruvian Wart.”
TBC in ‘If You’re Not Careful’