Beyond the Headlines: Catching the Craigslist Killer Page #4

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May I see that phone, ma'am?

How'd he get your number?

He replied to my Craigslist ad,

and I texted him back.

So then, this entirely anonymous person,

who could've been anybody,

you decided to invite him up to your room?

I'm usually a better judge.

-What were you advertising, Miss Leffler?

-Massages.

So, if we check your record for any priors,

we're not gonna

turn up any solicitation, prostitution?

Look, I'm not the criminal here, okay? He is.

And I hope you nail his preppy ass.

I'm telling you, what he did to me,

he's done it before, and he liked it.

Liked what?

I don't know.

Humiliating me.

The one with the Red Sox cap,

just like the lady said.

Calm, attractive, non-threatening.

A psycho who likes to rough up

defenseless women.

Couldn't ask for a better cover.

Philip? Baby?

Hey, I thought you weren't coming back

till tomorrow.

-I needed to see you.

-Why, what happened?

What happened, baby?

I didn't get in.

I knew it was a long shot, but I thought

maybe if I was an undergrad...

Listen, listen, they're idiots, okay?

Yeah, but they accepted you.

You see? That proves my point.

-It's not funny.

-I know.

Listen, I'm gonna transfer

wherever you go, okay?

No, I don't want you to transfer.

I worked really hard, you know? I really did.

I know.

And now I just ruined everything.

No, baby, you did not ruin anything, okay?

Look at me.

You didn't ruin anything.

B.U. was our plan.

We were supposed to be together.

And we will be.

No matter what happens,

we're gonna be fine.

Can we just stay like this forever?

We can stay like this for as long as you want.

It's just you and me, Pocket.

Nothing else matters.

You really got to go away again?

-Final fitting.

-No.

-Yes.

-No final fitting.

-I love you.

-I love you, too.

-Call me when you get there, okay?

-Okay, I will.

-Bye.

-Bye.

"Dear Miss McAllister,

we regret to inform you that..."

Well, I guess that decides it.

On to plan B.

Megan, you're in.

St. Kitts. This is fantastic!

It's such a great program. Look, baby.

Mom, that's a million miles away.

I can't move a million miles

away from my husband.

Well, if he loves you now,

he's going to love you in five years

after you graduate, right?

Mom, I really don't want to disappoint you.

Honey, you could never...

Baby, you'll never disappoint me. It's just...

It would be such a waste.

You are so bright and so compassionate.

You would make an amazing doctor.

I've thought about this a lot.

Ifwe can't go to medical school together,

then I'll just wait.

I can always reapply later if I want to.

But for now, this is what I want.

-Hello?

-Hey, guess where i am?

I'm so glad I got you.

So, listen, I was thinking,

what about a beach wedding?

We'd have a beautiful sunset ceremony.

I was just sleeping. Can I call you later?

You were? It's the middle of the afternoon.

i know. i've been working hard.

Okay, yeah, I'll call you later. I love you.

-Okay.

-Bye.

So, what's up? What did he say?

Did he like your idea?

Yeah, he loved it.

He was just studying. But he liked it.

It's gonna be amazing.

-Hold on one second, okay, Mom?

-Okay.

-I gotta go.

-Why? What's wrong? You okay?

-I'm fine.

-Then why do you have to go?

I'm going to see a guy I met on the train.

What guy? is he cute? What's he do?

-He's a student.

-in?

I don't know what in.

You gotta know

something about him, honey.

-Where's he from?

-I promise I will get you the whole 411.

-Okay, have fun. i love you, Julissa.

-I love you, too.

-Are you Brian?

-Yeah.

You're beautiful.

You're not so bad yourself.

-Ready?

-Yeah.

What do you do here in Boston, Brian?

I'm a grad student.

-ln what?

-Sciences.

Wow, that is so cool!

I'm actually doing grad work myself

right now in New York.

Drug and alcohol counseling. I figure,

nobody knows the territory like somebody

who's been there themselves, right?

Get down on the ground.

Put your hands behind your back right now.

Just get on the...

Julissa Brisman, New York City.

Massage table, no forcible entry.

Sound familiar?

One difference. CSl said

there was skin under the fingernails.

She fought back, so he shot her.

-He's stepping it up.

-Yeah.

-Mr. Markoff?

-What...

-I scared you.

-Dr. Janeway. I'm sorry, sir.

I'm a little jumpy, I guess.

I've been staying awake two nights in a row

memorizing genetic sequences.

Trying to impress me.

Always, sir.

-How's your fiance?

-Good, great.

I mean, we've both got school.

And then there's the wedding. So, it's a lot.

-I bet.

-Well, I'd better get going.

But have a good evening.

-You, too, Philip, and try to get some rest.

-Okay. Yeah, I will.

-Hey.

-Hey. I'm sorry.

-You didn't give me a kiss when you got in.

-I know, I didn't want to wake you...

Oh, my God. What happened to your neck?

A woman went psychotic in the ER tonight.

It was crazy. She went nuts.

She hurt a nurse,

so I had to step in and do something.

My hero.

Wash up and come to bed.

We may have just caught a break.

A friend of Julissa's just called,

got me into her phone.

We have the text she got from the last guy

she had an appointment with.

Now, if digital forensics can get an lP

off that,

we can get an address, maybe even a name.

-That'll take, what, a couple of days?

-At least.

How'd he meet her?

Another ad on Craigslist?

Looks like that.

I don't get it. This day and age,

girl's in a friggin' hotel room,

a guy she doesn't even know... I just...

Mrs. Flores, Detective Bennett.

Sorry for the loss ofyour daughter.

She was a good girl.

I'm sure she was.

She was just getting her life together.

Who would do this?

Who would do this to my baby?

Used to be able to see

who the bad guys were, right?

Now it's all texts and emails and websites.

The creeps are hiding in our houses, and

we don't even know who they are.

it is 7:
.07 and once again, here's Matt.

All right, Meredith, thank you.

And now to a story out of Boston

that's gonna terrify anyone who's ever placed

a classified ad, especially online.

Wow, this is in Boston.

-What's that?

-A man is apparently targeting women

-who place ads on the popular website

-This guy's right here in Boston.

Craigslist. Police say

he's already killed one woman

and attacked another in Boston.

-Hello?

-Hey, Megan, it's Mom.

Listen, I was watching the news,

and I saw this story

about this Boston hotel killer.

No, we're not staying in a hotel.

We're here, home, studying.

Me and Philip are safe.

Okay.

-I love you.

-i love you, too.

Bye.

Of course, the profile is never exact,

but a pretty clear picture is emerging

of what we're looking for.

We're talking about a guy

with an inability to form

close emotional relationships with women.

Probably sexual issues.

A loner.

A guy who shies away from the crowd.

Maybe later. Come on.

-What's up?

-Let's go.

You didn't even give me a chance.

A man with no sense of status,

accomplishment.

Let me get this straight.

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