“How may I help you, sir?” The security man asks Weston with nothing more than a bored tone.Weston smiles. “I'm here to see Mr Mateo.” “No such person lives here,” the gate guard says. Weston bites on his lower lip. “Can you…” The gate guard doesn't wait to hear the rest of Weston's words, he slams the gate in his face. Santiago is already out of the car now. He's pacing around, cussing under his breath. “Let's go with the second plan,” Weston says. Santiago looks around. He walks over to Weston and looks him in the eyes. “Lorette is obviously dead.”“She's not dead.”“She is!”“She is not, San.” Weston is starting to go when Santiago pulls him back.“She's dead all because of her stubbornness.”“Will you just stop talking like this and let's find a damn solution to this?”“Suppose you go there, what happens?” Santiago asks. “Suppose you manage to get past the

Weston nods. He sits down and takes another sip from the soda while he watches them go. As soon as the door closes, Weston walks to the kitchen where he saw the housekeeper come out the other time. “You could have called me…” the words trails out of the woman's lips as she sees who is there with her. “How can I help you, sir?” “Don't shout.” Weston pulls out his gun from his pocket. The woman moves back. She hits her back on some of the utensils on the cabinets, they all fall to the ground, some creating a scattering sound.“Don't be scared. I won't kill you. That's…if you cooperate with me,” Weston says.The woman nods vigorously. “I'll…I'll…I —”“Where is Mateo’s room?” “Over there,” she says, pointing behind him. “Lead the way,” Weston says. He holds the gun close to the back of her head. She walks out of the kitchen, gets past the dinning and is walking toward a room when she stops.

“Of course. I'm dying soon, so?” “I love your courage. Of the thirty seven women I have brought to this room, none of them have tried to listen to my story, but you…aren't you scared?”“We'll die one day.”“Yeah. Sure…well…you know, you women…how do I put it?” He thinks about it for a few seconds. “You women are the ones who need validation the most. You're the only set of people who want to be complimented about every little thing you do. You want everyone to take note, to tell you you're good at something. Have you no brain? Can't you tell your lipstick looks damn creepy without having someone point it out? What's the mirror for?” Why does Lorette feel like Mateo is describing himself? Instead of asking him that, she sits down and cross her legs. “Doesn't everyone need to be complimented?”“Yours is on another level. Why the hell can't you figure out if you've added weight without asking your boyfriend?”Lorette chuckles. “I

It takes a series of arguments before Santiago allows him to walk on his own inside. Like damn, he didn't hurt his legs. “I'll go get the stretcher,” Santiago says and runs off. Weston runs after him. He's almost panting by the time he catches up with him. “Man, I don't need a stretcher—” “Nurse, where is the doctor? There is an emergency!” Santiago shouts at a nurse. “Emergency?” “Can you hear me? There is an emergency! My friend is dying!” Santiago shouts. Weston feels really sorry for the nurse as she is already running out of the room to look for the emergency patient. “This is my friend!” Santiago shouts after her but she's already out of earshot. At last, Santiago manages to get two doctors to practically tie Weston to a bed and get the bullet out of his hand. “How many days will he spend here? Two? Ten?” Santiago asks. “Hey!” Weston whispers at Santiago. The last thing he wants at the moment is to be tied to a damn hospital bed for days. “Are you feeling any pa

Burning with rage, Lorette adjusts her face cap and enters the cyber cafe. She sights an unused laptop and goes there. She pours her heart into the writeup that will end up being Mateo's suicide note. About how he's sorry for pretending that he gives a damn about women, about how sorry he is for killing all those thirty six women, about how there is no best gender…She types until she can't feel her hands as part of her body anymore. Done. She stands up and leaves after sending the letter to the appropriate place. It is not until she is inside the taxi and is going back to the campus that she remembers Santiago and Weston. Damn it. She shouldn't have reacted like that before leaving them. She tries to think…what does Santiago likes the most? She scrolls through her Instagram followers. She nods slowly. Girls will do. By the end of two blind dates, Santiago will forget all about it. “Hello. You're pretty. You're interested in