Boyfriend Killer Page #4

we would keep it a secret until Preston

was finished with his classes,

then we would announced

it to everybody.

We spent a lot of time

envisioning our future together,

how many children

we would have, and...

What their names would be.

Preston would have been

a great father,

and an amazing husband.

And I will miss him

every day.

But, I know that if

Preston were here,

he would tell me to smile,

and to be so grateful

for all the time that

we did have together,

even though it wasn't

the lifetime

that we had both imagined

it would be.

Peace be with you.

Take care of yourselves.

You drive safely.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yes, thank you.

It's...

I think it was a very

moving service.

You can imagine our surprise when

we heard what you had to say.

Engaged?

Why didn't you mention

that before?

Well, like I said,

Preston...

He wanted to wait until

he was done with his classes

and keep it a

surprise, so...

And he got you

that ring?

Of course he got

me this ring.

How could you even

ask me that?

What kind of game

are you playing?

Excuse me?

I don't buy for one second

that my son

proposed to you.

And I'm about 99% sure

that you removed some of

the files from his hard drive,

and deleted some

of his e-mails.

That's right.

The one where he told you

you needed psychological help.

You might

think it's gone,

but luckily,

I printed copies.

You may not understand how

confrontational you're being right now.

I know you're mourning,

I know you're grieving,

but I'm grieving, too.

I lost my fianc.

What do you want?

What do I want?

I want nothing.

Hi, it's Sandy.

I have an emergency.

I need you to change the locks

at Preston's apartment, please.

Immediately.

Yeah, I'll pay for it.

Thank you.

And what about my things?

Don't make me laugh.

They'll be waiting for you

outside the door.

Thank you so much for coming.

Preston would have

appreciated it.

My beautiful niece.

You okay?

Okay.

Thank you both for coming.

Thank you for coming.

Miss Cruz?

I'm Troy.

I knew your son from our

beach volleyball meet-up.

That's where he was going

the morning of his accident.

I see.

Thank you for coming.

I'm really sorry.

It's hard to believe.

I know.

So tell me about

this volleyball thing.

Preston never told me

he was part of a team.

It's not really a team,

it's just a group of guys

who get together

twice a month.

Preston was one of

our better players.

Never missed a game.

Thank you, I'm sorry.

I don't know if he

told you, or not,

but I actually, I stayed with

him for a couple of months.

So you know Krystal?

His girlfriend? Or I guess

it's his fianc or whatever?

But yeah, I know her.

Do you mind stepping

away with me for a minute?

Preston told me a few weeks

ago they were breaking up.

Did he say anything

about that?

Not much, just that she'd come

with him to volleyball sometimes,

and then when she stopped showing

up, he told me they'd split.

Did he say why?

No.

But when I asked him if

he'd mind if I took a shot,

he warned me to

stay far away.

He said she was

really messed up.

Messed up how?

All right.

Where are they?

I really want access to

Preston's social media accounts.

And I'm having trouble getting

them from the administrators.

Do you know if Preston

kept his passwords

hidden somewhere

in the apartment?

I thought maybe since you

lived there, you might know.

I'm sorry, I don't.

But you might want to try his general

password again on his computer.

It might be the same as

his social media accounts, too.

What were you

doing in there?

I was just

taking a look around.

It's...

it's beautiful here.

Yeah. That sure is

a big diamond.

Thank you.

It's big, expensive.

Way beyond

Preston's wallet.

Well, they do say you can't

put a price tag on true love.

But you can put

a price tag on a ring.

And if you don't have

any credit, they usually

don't let you take it

out of the store.

You know, Preston called me

just a few days

before he passed.

He asked me to borrow some money

to pay off a gambling debt.

Me being no stranger

to wagers,

I guess he thought that

I would understand.

Is there a point to this?

I'm getting to it.

Preston was broke.

So there was no way

that he could have

popped the question

with a rock like that.

I see.

If you and your ex-wife

don't want to believe

that Preston and I

were engaged, that's fine.

I really don't care

what you think about me.

Do you want to know what

your son thought about you?

He thought that you were

a pathetic, weak drunk,

who was so afraid

of his wife's success

that he left them.

Now, you tell me,

Mr. Durro,

is that true?

Is that why you left them?

I don't know what

Preston said about me,

I wasn't there.

And it's true, I had

a lot of making up to do.

But I knew my son,

which is why I think

it's very funny

that I never heard him

mention your name once.

And why I find it

even harder to believe

that someone as

pure as my son

could fall for a fraud

like you.

Now, it's true that Sandra

and I don't agree on much,

but I'm sure she would

support my, decision,

to throw your manipulative

little ass out of here.

And I'm going to give you about

one second before that happens.

Tigers2011.

His football team.

They won state in 2011.

I should have known.

Nope.

It was worth a shot.

Wait a sec. Try...

Tigers2011f.

Okay.

We're in!

I can't believe

I remembered that.

That was a random discussion

we had one night about

how you have to create

so many different passwords

to keep your account safe.

I bet it works for

his other sites, too.

I'm not following.

All right, to create different

passwords that are easy to remember,

just make the last letter the same

as the first letter of the site.

So, for instance, Facebook

would be Tigers2011f.

Instagram would be

Tigers2011i.

And so on.

Clever.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay, I'm back.

Okay, listen to this

weird e-mail exchange.

I'm just tired of hearing...

Of hearing about him.

It's like

you're obsessed.

I am not obsessed.

I am just still trying

to get over

and of the horrible things

he put me through.

I know it was bad.

He did things I never

even told you about.

You need to move on.

I hate the idea that

he's going to do this

to some other girl.

Aren't you happy enough

with me to let the past go?

Until he's not alive,

I don't think I can

be happy.

Who do you think she

was talking about?

I mean, her father?

Sounds like an ex, to me.

But what could he have

done that was so bad?

It almost makes me

feel sorry for her.

Well, don't.

The girl's about as

empty as they come.

Did she say something

to you?

I caught her snooping

around your bedroom.

What?

It's not even worth

going into.

Okay, well, there's

a few other messages.

A few days later

she sent him a picture

of someone's house,

the time that this person

leaves to work,

gets back from work,

tee times,

the name of the gym,

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