Bostonian

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No!

Tragedy has struck the hub again

as a south Boston woman

was attacked at her home

earlier tonight.

Police believe that she is the

latest victim of the so-called

Bostonian serial killer.

The latest attack is the tenth

in a string of killings

dating back

from October of 2012.

All the victims have been women

between the ages of 35 and 52

living in higher-end

areas of the city

such as back bay, the south end,

and last night, the city

point section of south Boston,

which has seen...

I know what you like.

My big boy.

All of the victims were

home alone at the time of the attack

and had their throat slashed

with a medium-sized blade.

The assailant was

able to gain entry

into all of these residences

with relative ease

and lay in wait for these women.

He seemed to know

their routine, lifestyle,

and whether or not

she lived alone.

All but two of the victims

did indeed live alone.

And in the other two cases,

the spouse was away on business.

Both men have been

ruled out as suspects.

We believe this guy

is either unemployed or homeless,

or for some reason has an ax

to grind against wealthy women.

No pun intended.

The WQBs team spoke

with captain Michael Donovan

of the Boston police

about the case.

We're looking at

the possibility that, in a way,

these were financially

motivated attacks,

not robberies or the like, just,

to put it in simple terms,

jealousy.

Maybe a case of

the have and have-nots

and the have-nots went too far.

There was no sexual aspects

of the crimes and all.

These women were all wealthy

and powerful, attractive.

And a lot of men

don't like that.

Profile is an angry white

or Hispanic male,

20 to 40, working class.

The killer left no prints,

fibers, or any other evidence

of his or her presence,

save the corpse.

Though tragic, police believe

this latest attack

may improve

the Bostonian's undoing

as they report two major errors

were made by the killer.

I'm just saying this guy

has been doing so good for so long

he got sloppy.

Police will not go into details

to what these mistakes

might be. How...

It was too dark.

I was too quick.

Hello.

Hey.

Hey, you know

what a night owl I am.

Sure.

Okay.

See you later.

Bye.

I already went over this

with detective Burke.

Well, let's go over it again.

It might trigger something.

This is important, Dan.

You can stop this guy.

Okay.

Well, my girlfriend broke up

with me that night over dinner.

So, I left after that,

about 8:
30.

I took the bus and it's

about a ten-minute walk

from the bus stop

to my house here.

And Ms. Kerstas's

house is between

your house and the bus stop?

Yeah.

Why were you so interested

in her house, anyway?

I mean, it's dark, it's raining,

why would you be

standing out there?

I just saw her looking

out the window.

Yeah? So?

I kind of had a crush on her.

I mean, for an older woman,

she was really attractive

and I just...

Hey.

No problem with that.

When I was 36, I got divorced.

I started tapping this

57-year-old lady for awhile.

You know, she kept

herself tight.

I figured, why not?

Tappin'?

Tappin'.

That's what they say these days.

Dan, continue, please.

Anyway, I saw her looking

out of the window,

so I stopped and looked up.

And I knew that the back door

to her building was on

the side of her house,

and I thought I saw a movement.

Only, it didn't

look like someone

was just opening the door.

It's like they were having

trouble with it, you know.

And he was fiddling...

He?

You knew it was a guy?

Yeah.

He was tall, pretty broad.

The figure just seemed

manly, you know.

He was wearing all black,

but I managed to see his face

for a split second

in the stairwell light.

And he was white, but...

I tried to warn

Ms. Kerstas.

I went up and I

pounded on her door,

but she wouldn't let me in.

I knew something was wrong,

especially with a serial killer

running around like that.

So, I went back to my apartment,

got a baseball bat, came back.

And when I finally broke

through and broke in,

I saw him ran out the back.

And that's when

I saw her like that.

So, that's it?

Yeah.

Okay, Dan.

If you think of anything else,

you just give us a call.

Yup. We're all done.

What?

We're all set here.

Thank you for your help.

No, you can't leave.

Are you kidding me?

You're not going anywhere.

Hi, Katie.

Hey, dad.

Hey, I just wanna say thank you

for switching days and,

you know, for the...

For the nice dinner.

I'm really not cool

with you paying.

I make, like, three times

as much money as you, dad.

I know that.

I'm not really proud of that.

And sorry,

I had to cut it short.

No, it's okay.

I'm sorry. I'm gonna reschedule.

What, you have a hot date?

Would you really

wanna know if I did?

No.

Nice.

All right. Look,

I have to get going.

Work?

I just have to get going.

You're going out again?

Just have to go out, all right?

Mystery drink partner?

All right, I love you.

Talk to you later.

All right.

Love you too, Katie.

Bye.

The guy is practically

a f***ing party girl.

Hey, Boston police, a**hole.

You got me, officer.

- Good evening.

- Hey.

Hey, sorry about the change.

Not a problem.

Is everything okay?

Oh, yeah, I just had

dinner with a friend.

We have dinner

every other Thursday

and we had to reschedule.

Quite the social butterfly.

Drinks with me every week,

dinner every other Thursday,

all you need is a lady friend

and your calendars.

Something to drink, sir?

Oh, yes, what he's having.

Woodford reserve.

The thing is that the scum

of Boston is filling up

my calendar again,

my wealthy friend.

And with all the free

dinners and drinks

from you and from her,

I'm in the black.

So, a woman would

only mess up my cash flow.

Listen, Sean, I know a couple of

widowed and divorced

ladies from my circle

who would love to spend time

with a worldly gentleman

of character.

For a change.

Yeah, and what about me?

Oh, you got me, Sean!

I heard about

last night's attack.

Terrible.

Just terrible.

You still on the case?

The woman had just come back

from her father's funeral.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus f***ing Christ, is right.

The news said

two things were different.

Yeah, I can't say,

but believe me...

We got him this time.

Really?

Because this time,

the stupid bastard

really f***ed up.

You really f***ed up this time.

- You really f***ed up.

- You really f***ed up.

You really f***ed up.

Numbers don't match, marshal.

We need them for tomorrow.

Jenna, I don't even

know these files.

I wouldn't even know where

to begin how to format that.

Well, Robinson quit and you're

the most qualified person.

I'm your boss

and I'm telling you,

get it done,

make the numbers work.

You think I wanna be here

on a Saturday with you?

Marshal.

Jesus.

Look, marshal, if you can't...

No!

Ah!

No!

Ah!

I f***ed up?

I f***ed up?

Damn it!

Damn it!

Christ, I didn't f*** up!

Sh*t! I'm just gonna move

to f***ing Pittsburgh.

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