Twelve feet down, deep enough for two, he finds her. And as he lifts her from the watery hole, her broken neck rocks back and the heavy sands fall away from her face to reveal the famous beautiful smile, now set there for all time. The policeman takes her back to the station to join her now silent lover, he that lies in wait.

When he returns to fill the hole at dawn tomorrow, he will find the task all but complete, the tracks of a lone turtle leading off to the sea. Tracks the policeman will hide. Not a soul shall steal these eggs from the grave of the beautiful girl, he will see to that.

His own payment for the many times he stole the eggs from the beach. Payment for the times like one many years ago when after a couple had sexed themselves on the beach and a turtle laid its eggs there, he had taken every egg, more than he could eat, not leaving one to hatch and crawl into the emptying sea.

The lone turtle that swam out past the reef will not be alone for long, nor will the beautiful smiling girl, her lover's broken heart already weakening. He will not live to see his own trial, in their beyond true love's return awaits him.