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pulled off the beach. Robert and I didn’t have any more fights and I started going back down onto the beach, but still only in the daytime.
    One Wednesday afternoo n Robert found me there and I thought he was going to have a heart attack. “What are you doing out here girl, after I specifically told you not to come?”
    “Who the hell do you think you are, my daddy? You start ordering me around and you can say goodbye.”
    He sat down on the sand dune next to me and removed his shoes and socks.
    “I’m sorry.” He said. He stared out to sea. “I shouldn’t have gone off like that. I feel like I’m walking a tight wire here.”
    “How did you know I was on the beach?”
    “I didn’t. We just got a call about a suspicious looking man hanging around the dock over there but I don’t see anyone.”
    “There hasn’t been anyone here since I got here.”
    “And that doesn’t scare you? Why do you have to pick the most isolated part of the beach to come to anyway?”
    “Because I don’t like crowds, you know that.”
    He got up and held out his hand to me. “Come on, I’ll buy you a beer and a burger.”
    TJ’s has huge delicious burgers and it was what most everyone ordered even though they had a wide variety of meals also.
    “…if the one in Virginia Beach is similar enough so that we can call the stabber a serial killer, then we can call them in and use their resources.”
    I had been de ep in thought and hadn’t noticed one of Robert’s deputies had walked over. I started paying attention.
    “Well, I would welcome all the help I can get but I don’t want them coming in here taking over.” The deputy was a short stocky guy with red hair and freckles. He didn’t look a day over 17.
    “Oh, Sarah, have you met Freddy Price? He’s my newest deputy. How long you been with us, Freddy?”
    “Just a few months,” Freddy said . He blushed a deep red and shook my hand.
    They continued to talk about whether to call the FBI in and every few minutes Freddy would look at me and turn red. He was so cute, in a little boy sort of way.
    We stayed and talked for the rest of the evening and said goodbyes. The restaurant was on the beach and we had walked there. As Robert was walking me home he started chuckling.
    When I looked over at him he said, “I do believe Freddy has a crush on you. Do I have anything to worry about?”
    “Don’t be silly. How old is he anyway, about 17?”
    “Actually, he’s 26. It’s the red hair and freckles that fool you.”
    “Where is he from?”
    “He’s from Augusta. Wanted to be a cop since he could remember. No one took him seriously over in Augusta so he came here. He wanted to live near the beach anyway.
     
     
     
    TWOON
    Tonight I had to walk the beach for a long time before I found my victim. I was getting frustrated. I needed to see someone hurt.
    A young boy of about 15 or 16 was sleeping on the beach, probably a run-away. I nudged him with my foot and he opened his eyes.
    “Who the hell are you and what do you want?” He said as he got up rubbing his eyes.
    He tried to act tough and I knew this would be my best one yet. He got up and started walking down the beach trying to ignore me. I walked along side of him for a ways and he finally stopped and faced me.
    “What the hell do you want? I knew this wasn’t a good place to come. I should have stayed in Memphis. You Georgia Crackers are crazy.”
    When I pulled out the knife, he laughed, “What are you, some kind of nut?”
    I smiled at him and he smiled back like we were going to be friends. That’s when I grabbed him. It was great. There was no one on the beach and I got off on hearing him scream as I rammed the knife into his thigh.
    I threw him down and straddled him. He started crying and didn’t try to act tough anymore.
    “Please don’t hurt me no more,” He cried and he looked so mu ch like a baby that I paused, but then he said, “You don’t have the guts, do you?”
    I was grateful for the words