Dave Krupa

Dave Krupa, a man raised in a strict Southern Baptist household who'd done a 180 on the subject of monogamy, hated the whole idea of it, sounded like he was almost, almost, ready to use the L word, as in love, to describe his feelings for Kerry Farver.

But, as the mechanic told the detectives, as suddenly as a blown rod through an engine block, it all came to a sudden stop.

Because...

Well, on that morning of November 13th, just three hours after walking out the door in his happy haze, having hit the powerball, as he put it, with a woman who seemed to fear commitment as much as he did, his phone chirped.

Text message.

It was like a needle in a big fat balloon.

By 10 o'clock, I received a text from her that says, do you want to move in with me?

Or should we need to move in together or something along those lines?

But immediately, I text her back, no, we've known each other two weeks.

It's not going to happen.

As soon as I text her back, I get a text back that says, fine, I don't ever want to see you again.

Go away.

I'm dating somebody else.

I hate you.

On and on and on and on and on.

Weird.

Very weird.

Very, what is going on here?

But I was at work.

It was very busy.