Chazz was a murderer. He stopped himself this time. The voice said, "not this time." He turned and walked toward his car, got in, turned the ignition and gently depressed the accelerator. At the first light he crossed to lanes to make a left turn and cut off a brown sedan. He was lost in thought.

Chazz got out of the car after he parked in the driveway. Went up the stairs two at a time and took of his pants and shirt, leaving him in his boxers and white T-shirt. He went back down the stairs the same way, headed to the garage and got down the jar of spare nuts and bolts collected from various projects.

He walked out of the garage and headed to the beach. He saw the old man with the metal detetor and a brief smile came across his face. He knelt down and started digging.

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