Chiz didn't know but he was sure as hell going to find out!

Chiz knew the lady in question was nowhere to be found.

The nurse was cute and Chiz didn't care if she knew anything or not.

Chiz had never really thought about the future much.

Chiz showed him the picture taken at the hospital that he'd borrowed from the file.

As far as Chiz could tell she hadn't packed anything.

A puff of smoke rose to the ceiling as Chiz took his time to answer.

"Hey Chiz, did you hear about the guy Harry brought in?"

Chiz gulped down the last of his beer, then threw a twenty on the table.

Chiz didn't think there was a woman alive who went on a three-day trip without her makeup bag.

Chiz ordered a white pizza from a skinny kid with freckles.

The cause was cancer, said Chiz Schultz, a friend.

Chiz remained silent, taking his time lighting the cigarette and inhaling deeply.

"Holy hell," exclaimed Chiz, nearly spilling hot coffee into his lap.

Chiz ate while ideas swirled through his mind like a cloud of confetti.

Dragging his eyelids open, Chiz decided that a good long run would clear his head and put things in perspective.

Returning to the station, Chiz found Chuck's report on his desk along with a stack of police reports.

Chiz decided he'd better stop watching those Buck Rogers reruns at two in the morning.

Chiz flicked the butt of a cigarette into it and climbed out of the car.

Chiz knew what he had believed and knew what he didn't want to believe.

Even though Chiz is trained and qualified, he's an Air Force colonel.

Chiz's growling stomach convinced him it was time for a North Bay pizza.

He is also the father of Senator Chiz Escudero.

As the kid placed the hot round discs on the table, Chiz asked, "Were you by any chance working last Monday night?"

Chiz didn't believe him.