Hello, I'm Keith Morrison.

There is a con of a particularly cruel type.

So in case we hear about over and over again,

a woman, sometimes a man, but more often a woman,

finds what finally feels like true love, the mate of her dreams,

who, after much gaslighting and often outright theft,

is revealed to be something else altogether, even deadly.

You may have seen the dramatized version of the story called Dirty John.

What you're about to hear is the real thing.

These are the people.

This is the story and the women of Dirty John.

In the beginning was desire.

Natural human desire for connection, for love.

And so she aimed her arrow at that online ocean of intimate strangers.

And found him.

It was summertime when the awful climax came.

A late afternoon, a marmalade sun beating down on the parking lot

of a rental apartment complex in Newport Beach, California.

The night was a little bit more than usual.

The night was a little bit more than usual.

In the morning, relations were not there,

andै we met together on promotion of our friends.

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