"You killed a man; you were supposed to steal his wallet."
"I did you a favor, man. That was a freebie!"
You know, I didn't feel any physical pain when I was shot that night. I didn't even realize I was dead at first. It was terrible enough, and so unfair, when I thought my life had been taken so suddenly by some unknown murderer. But now, finding out that you, my trusted friend have betrayed me- no matter that you didn't mean for me to die- is much worse. I'm torn between breaking down and crying because it all hurts so much (though I can't truly cry anymore since I'm a ghost now), or screaming to the sky in rage (though no one would hear me). The thought that absolutely sickens me the most is the memory of you asking me what I was going to be doing that night so you could send that mugger after me. No wonder you looked nervous when you said you didn't want to come! You should've known there was no guarantee this guy wouldn't kill me! I wonder, how long were you planning to betray me?
Actually, I think I do know the answer to that. I was looking at those accounts with too much money in them. I changed the codes, which you needed in order to continue your money laundering scheme. You must have decided right then that the best way to get those codes was to send a mugger after me even though it could put my life in danger. You yourself couldn't steal from me because the crime could be more easily traced back to you. Would you have still gone through with it if you knew that was the last time you would see me alive? I just don't get it; how could you do this to Molly and I? You were supposed to be our friend! I wish you had been there to see it the night I was shot to death because of you- to see Molly crying, holding my dead body in her arms, blood everywhere, and the paramedics trying to save me even though it was hopeless… watch Molly leave the hospital in a daze, trying to cope with knowing she would never see me again and wishing she could wake up from this nightmare… that way you could really look at what you've done.
Willie may have pulled the trigger, but this is your fault. You killed me. You snatched me out of Molly's life. I can only imagine how much she's hurting right now- she probably thinks I'm gone forever because she doesn't believe in ghosts or anything. And you have the nerve to try to comfort her when you caused this? I may be dead now but I am not letting you get away with this.
I think I have an idea of what the pain of being shot is like now. Finding out you murdered me for money is like being shot again- but this time I see your face behind that gun and I can feel the bullet of your betrayal being shot right into my heart. Are you even very sorry for getting me killed, or are you just too worried about someone finding out what you've done to be more than just mildly sorry? Well, someone did find out- me. And I'm going to make sure that you pay for taking my life away from me.