I took a few liberties with the rules of this week's 55 Word challenge:
He approached them as they played near the surf. Their little white summer dresses rippled in the breeze, pretty little girls.

Sheriff Roberts shoved him face down in the sand.

“I knew I’d find you here, Williams. I'm going to take you in. Though, in my opinion, prison’s too good for a pedophile like you.”

The worst kind of monsters aren't fictional

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