Boyfriend Killer Page #4

It'll be on Tuesday. At the

funeral home on Magnolia.

We're working on

the arrangements today.

Great.

Thank you.

Okay. Bye.

The idea of picking out

a casket for Preston.

It's not fair,

he was only 22.

Come here.

I should have never

gotten him the motorcycle.

What?

Maybe he'd still be here

if I didn't get him

the motorcycle.

Don't even start

with that.

If you didn't

get it for him,

he would have

got it himself.

You don't know that.

I absolutely

know that.

He already saved up

enough money for it

before you surprised him

on his birthday.

How do you know?

Because he told me.

I thought the two of you

didn't talk.

I called him just a few days

before his 21st birthday.

Just like I always did.

Only this time,

he called me back.

I even flew down

a few times to see him.

I thought I was the closest

person to Preston,

but there are so many things

about him that I didn't know.

Well, no kid tells

their parents everything.

But, look.

He loved the bike.

He loved you.

And he could not have

asked for a better mother.

Thank you.

All right.

Hello.

Miss Cruz.

Yes.

I'm from Aventa Media.

We own the ISP that

hosted your son's email.

-I'm sorry for your loss.

-Thank you.

I received the copy of

the death certificate,

and can give you access

to his email account.

I sent his password

to your email address.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You have no idea

how much this means to me.

Thank you, thank you.

Okay.

-What?

-We just got access to Preston's email account.

That's great.

That's great news.

That's great news.

Are you okay?

I think I gotta go take a

walk down by the water.

Hi.

Let me get a diet soda.

Actually,

you know what?

Let me get a...

double scotch on the rocks.

You sure put up

one hell of a fight.

Not nearly as tough as I did

in the board room, though.

No, that's true.

So, you wear him out

for me, babe?

Believe me, I tried.

Now, now, no ganging up

on the old man.

Why don't you go, get some

practice in, sweetie.

I'll be there

in a second.

Okay, Dad.

Jack.

Jack, it's Krystal.

Jack, I know

you're in there.

Please open up,

I need to talk to you.

Jack, please open this door,

I need to talk to you.

It's really important.

Please.

Jack, I need to

talk to you, please.

Go home, Krystal!

No, I'm not gonna

just go home!

Jack, you can't

ignore me.

Please, after everything

we've been through,

you can just open the door

and have a conversation with...

Get off my property!

Please, listen to me.

Look, I'm in a dark place

right now.

My... My boyfriend was killed

a couple days ago.

-Please.

-What?

Please!

He was killed in

a motorcycle accident!

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