Cold Case Files - Under a Spell / Justice for Lisa

Episode Date: August 18, 2026

A Miami undercover operation nabs the man who beat four black prostitutes, and set them aflame. And DNA helps solve the cold case of a man who posed as a fisherman to get a 6-year-old girl's attention, then raped and killed her.Boll & Branch: Go to BollandBranch.com/coldcasefiles and use code coldcasefiles to get 15% off your first order, plus free shipping!Progressive: Multitask right now. Quote your car insurance at Progressive.com to join the over 28 million drivers who trust Progressive.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This episode contains stories involving violence against children. Listener discretion is advised. There are over 100,000 cold cases in America. Only 1% are ever solved. This is one of those rare stories. It's August 1st, 1995 in the Alapada section of Miami, Florida, a place most tourists never see. The homeless crowd the sidewalks, drug dealers,

congregate on street corners and prostitutes work the alleys in between. Around 2 a.m., a man wanders along a railroad track and stops when he smells something burning in the air. Miami homicide detective Mani De La Toriente is called to the scene. When I arrived, the officers were here. There were a couple homeless people starting to gather about, and there was a body of a black female right about here. She had appeared to be wearing some kind of a mesh shirt and shorts, and they were burned. They were burned so badly that the mesh pattern was actually burned into her body. The woman is burned from the waist up. She also suffered a blow to the head.

Knowing drug addiction is a problem in the area, De La Toriente believes it's possible the victim actually set herself on fire. I thought, well, there's always a possibility that, She might have burned herself smoking crack cocaine, but the blood trauma worried me. De La Toriente cordons off the scene as a possible homicide and sends the body to the county morgue, hoping the coroner can help determine a cause of death. Seven hours later, the body is autopsied. Associate medical examiner Valerie Rao listens to De La Toriente's theory that the victim might

have accidentally set herself on fire. One has to entertain that. However, the subsequent investigation and the autopsy findings proved that to be incorrect. She had severe injury to her head with skull fractures and trauma to her brain, and one does not suffer that during a fire that's accidentally set. The coroner's findings set aside any doubts. The death was a homicide. The woman was intentionally sat on fire, most likely as she lay dying.

Fingerprints identify the woman as 42-year-old Vida Hicks. Detective De La Toriente heads back to the Alapada section, hoping to get a break with a witness. But none of the locals remember seeing anyone or anything unusual. Nobody in particular stood out. So it had to either be one of the local people that frequent the area that can blend in or somebody who can look so much like a local that he could pass for one of them.

With no good suspects and no real witnesses, the murder of Vida Hicks quickly goes cold until it becomes evident that the streets of Alapada are home to a serial killer. Two months later, in Alapada's produce market, a worker opens a bay door and finds a body. Homicide detective Frank Castillo works the case. We responded there and observed the body of a black woman.

female laying in a subpoena face-up position, and she appeared to have some injuries to the face and head area and appeared to have been set on fire. The burnt corpse lies less than 30 feet from where Vida Hicks was found and is identified as Diane Nelms, a local prostitute. Detective Castillo reaches out to Detective De La Toriente, and the two work the case together. The similarities between the two, between Vida Hicks, and Diane Nelms was scary. They happened almost in the same place. It looked like almost in the same way.

As with Hicks, evidence in the Nelms case is hard to come by. No semen is found, nor any hair or print evidence that would help identify the killer. In time, Diane Nelms' case ends up in Miami's cold files. De La Toriente and Castillo move on to other cases and other murders. Meanwhile, a killer walks the backstores. streets of Miami. Three months later, Nelson Andrew and Jack Calvar work in Miami's Cold Crimes Unit. In the winter of 1996, they pick up a file containing the murder of two women in Miami's Alapada section. You get cases like this where, you know, you've got just a very limited

amount of leads, nothing else to follow. No, there's no potential for solvability in this case, and the case turns cold real fast. No sooner do detectives start picking through the case file than they get another call. The body of a black female has been found in a Miami cemetery. We're walking into the cemetery and my captain comes on over to me and he says, we found another body, beaten and burned like the girls over in the produce center. And I said, okay, what do you want me to do? He says, you're the lead.

You and Nelson and Carlos are taking all three of these cases. The latest body is found about three miles from the first two victims. All signs point to the same killer. The victim's name is Cheryl Ray, a local with some history of prostitution. She's burned from the waist up, and the cause of death is blunt-force trauma to the head. Unlike the first two cases, however, this time the killer may have left behind semen, recovered from the victim's body. Because of her lifestyle, it could be able to her life style.

lifestyle, it could have been the killers or it could have been another trick that she did, you know, minutes or hours before. But at least we had something to go for and compare later on once we had a suspect. Cold case detectives have their first real lead, but they're losing time. The killer is active and will most likely strike again soon. With the body count now at three, pressure from the community is also beginning to build. After Cheryl Ray, the media immediately, immediately said, we've got three women killed in the same exact manner. Now you had the media trucks with their antennas, and after the fourth, it became a zoo. Investigators have barely begun processing the semen from the third murder when the killer strikes again.

Today's date is March 27th. Time is 14.07 hours. On March 27, 1996, detectives walk through an abandoned gas station north of Miami. where the body of a woman has been found. The door was found open by the officers that initially responded to the scene. The victim is partially nude and lying near a pool of transmission fluid. The victim is nude from the waist down. Pants have been pulled down below her ankles. The coroner confirms an M.O. that by now is familiar to Miami Homicide.

a blow to the head, followed by the burning of the body. The woman is ID'd as Janice Cox. Inside the building, the floor around Cox's body is littered with fallen ceiling tiles, which turns out to be a break for detectives. Look at the ceiling tile over here where the cone is. There's definite footwear impressions that are in a red substance. It possibly is blood or it might be grease or transmission fluid.

The ceiling tiles, to our good fortune, landed with the white or the exposed area up. Having stepped on a transmission fluid, he later stepped on the ceiling tiles. This cone over here is picking another footwear impression. This cone over here is picking a number of footwear impressions. Detective Andrew believes the footprints are fresh and most likely belong to the killer. In fact, Andrew becomes obsessing. obsessed with the pattern of the tread, and even carries a photocopy of the imprint wherever he goes. I spent the next few months going to shoe stores. When we went to the mall, my family and I,

I would go to a shoe store and pick up shoes and turn them over. My wife would say, if you're looking at more shoes, you want to buy shoes, but you never buy any. And I said, no, I'm not looking to buy shoes. I'm looking for something. Andrew fails to find the shoe he's looking for. Meanwhile, the killer remains at large. and detectives are no closer to finding out who it is. The vast majority of murders are committed by people close to the victim. They had some connection to the victim. This is a total random act.

It's a stranger that just picks and chooses a particular victim. In a serial murder investigation, the usual rules don't apply. Motive often remains a mystery, and detectives are often reduced to passive roles, waiting for their killer to make a mistake. Miami's cold case detectives, however, decide to change the dynamics of their investigation. Inside Miami's homicide squad, Calvart and Andrew immersed themselves in the study of serial murder investigations. They read about Ted Bundy, the Green River killer, and the Atlanta child murders, an education of sorts on how to catch a serial killer. Either they put a decoy, police officer, or the police went out hunting

for these people. It was a hunt. In Miami, detectives write down what they know about their killer. They know he kills about every two months, and they know he works in a relatively small section of Miami. We knew that he knew the area very well, which means that he probably lived in that area. Let's go get them. Let's go hunting. 30 officers take to the streets, working the neighborhoods where the murders occurred. Detective Oscar Callahas is part of the team.

You had to stay in the shadows. You couldn't do things out in the open. You couldn't stay out in the light. You had to stay a distance. You had to use binoculars. Sometimes they knew we were there, but we wanted them to know we were there. On the first day of the operation,

Kalejas is approached by a prostitute named Yolanda. She told my partner and I that there was a guy that approximately a year ago had approached her and asked her if she spoke Spanish. She got a little closer. And as she did that, he hit her over the head. And all she could do is run. She told us that she had gone to the gas station, called the police, and made a police report.

Detective Kalejas is only mildly interested and tells Yolanda to give him a call if she sees her attacker again. Three hours later, Kalejas gets a page. Yolanda claims she just saw the man who attacked her, riding a bicycle down the street. Kalejas and a partner pick her up. Together, they drive through the streets of Miami, looking for a man on a bike. And we're going around, all of a sudden, she points on, she goes, there he is. Kalejas stops the man.

His name is Francisco Delhounco, a Cuban-American living in Miami's little Havana. Calaisas notes that hanging from the handlebars of Delhounco's bike is a juice bottle wrapped in a plastic bag. I asked him if he had a weapon there and he said, no, no, that's not a weapon. That's a bottle with gasoline. Well, just so happens that the acererent used and, you know, on these victims was gasoline. About this time, detectives Andrew and Calvar show up. Just like Callahas, they want to know why a bike without a motor requires gasoline. Curious, our questions to him are, why the gasoline?

He says, well, the chain on my bicycle falls off every once in a while. It's kind of defective. And I get grease on my hands, so I use the gasoline to wipe the grease off my hands. Didn't satisfy my questions very well. I said, let me see the bottom of your shoe. And there was that elusive footprint impression that I had been looking for. Cold case detectives take Delhounco downtown. and eventually to a cemetery.

June 3rd, and we're out here with Mr. Delhounco, he's pointing out the location where he picked up victim one and two. If you've ever gone to bed on a hot summer night and somehow woken up feeling like you've been wrapped in cling wrap, I get it. The sheets are stuck to your legs, your hair is plastered to the back of your neck, and suddenly you're dropping the AC to 65 just to feel remotely comfortable.

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Detectives asked Al-Hunco to come down to the station. He agrees, but refuses to admit any involvement in the murders. Oh, he's denying the whole thing. I didn't do it. You can kill me. I didn't do that. I would never do that. At the end of the day, detectives don't have enough to arrest Delhounco,

but don't feel comfortable with releasing him. Then, Delhounco agrees to an unusual arrangement. Miami police will chaperone Delhunco around the clock. They'll take him to his dishwasher's job that evening, then accompany him home, and back to the station the following morning for another day of questioning. He was just having a good old time talking to us. I think that that's the main reason why he didn't just say,

hey, screw you guys, I'm not talking to you, I want a lawyer. On the third day of his off-and-on interrogation, the unusual approach bears fruit, as Delhunco grows comfortable with police and begins to open up. The question was, why would somebody do that? do something like this. And his response was like, you wouldn't know what drives people to do things like this or what makes somebody do this. The detectives begin to suggest reasons that Delhounco might have wanted to kill the four women. And we start throwing out a bunch of things and basically he's saying like, no, no, well, could be, maybe. Then for some reason, it occurs to me to say

Santeria. Santeria. How? Santoria. Santa Ria is a religion practiced in Miami and the Caribbean, a mix of Christianity and the pagan religions of West Africa. Santaria doesn't often come up in police interrogations. In this case, however, it seems to strike a chord.

And he says, what did you say? And I said, Santeria. And basically, his demeanor changed. And he says, can we go somewhere else to talk? And I said to myself, bingo. This is it. He's ready. Andrew isn't sure why his suspect suddenly wants to talk,

but he'll follow the lead wherever it takes him. In this case, Delhunco wants to go to the beach. Later that day, Detective Andrew drives with his suspect along a stretch of Miami Beach. After a while, he stops the car and waits for Delhunko to tell his story. It begins with a priestess that has Delhunco under a spell. He says he's doing his normal daily activities. he will become sexually aroused, and without provocation and without any of his own doing,

he will ejaculate. He says, this is embarrassing. I can be working, I could be shopping, I could be doing something, and he says, these people do this to me. These people were the voices that were telling him. He says, these are, this is a Santeria priestess, and the leader of them is this black woman. Delhounco claims he targeted black women as a way to get back of the priestess who controls his mind.

He says that he would kill these women to try to get even with these voices for what they were doing to him, to get revenge, maybe to try to get him to stop. This was his rationale for what he was doing. Detectives aren't sure if Delhunco is truly hallucinating, or if the Santa Ria talk is just an excuse. Whatever the case, the truth of his confession will be determined by details only the killer would know. June 3rd, and we're out here with Mr. Delhunco, he's pointing out the location where he picked up victim one and two. With videotape rolling, Francisco Delhunco leads detectives to the spot where he placed two bodies by the railroad tracks. This is the first or the second?

Next, they go to the cemetery. where the body of Cheryl Ray was found. Throughout, Delhounco is the one leading police, giving description of how he beat Cheryl, hitting her seven or eight times. We were lost inside the cemetery, and he actually found the spot. And then he told us exactly how he did it.

I told her to bend over, dropped her pants. We had sex. And then as we're having sex, and I'm about ready to ejaculate, I reach back. and on the vertical post of my bicycle, I had the weapon, I took it out, and I just started beating her with. The details tell detectives Delhounco is telling the truth. He is arrested and charged with multiple counts of murder.

DNA from semen recovered at the Cheryl Ray crime scene is subsequently matched to Delhunko. And his boots cannot be eliminated as the ones that made the impressions at the Janice Cox murder scene. It seems that just one question remains, is Francisco Delhunko responsible for his actions, or is he legally insane? Jeffrey Fink is assigned to defend Delhunko. Fink insists on an assessment by a psychiatrist who diagnoses Delhunko with schizophrenia, a finding that does not surprise his defense attorney. His family members testified that at a certain point he began to speak in strange voice. He would actually take on the demeanor of somebody else when he would speak in these voices. He was off.

There was just something off about him. Despite Delhunko's history, Fink believes a not guilty by reason of insanity defense is not a good option. Under Florida law, a defendant who is criminally insane must not know the difference between right and wrong. For all his bizarre behavior, it's evident from Delhunko's confession that he can make that distinction. Pre-trial motions go on for seven years and the case is finally tried before a judge in May of 2003. After a six-week trial, the judge finds Francisco Delhounco guilty on four counts of first-degree murder and sentences him to four back-to-back life sentences. Delhunco, who often fell asleep during the trial, doesn't seem to comprehend the magnitude of his punishment.

His principal concern was in having returned to him his shoes that had been taken by the police because they were shoes that were very comfortable to him and he wanted to make sure he had those in prison. As for cold case detectives, their thoughts are not with Delhunko, but with his victims. Women who lived sometimes forgotten lives and deserved better, even in death. My work experience, my ethic when I was in high. homicide was that, you know, you have a dead person. And it deserved the same amount of investigative work and as much respect from us as any other case.

They were somebody's daughter. They were young. I saw pictures of them when there were kids. Even though they weren't the elite of society, they deserved some justice. Labor Day weekend, 1977 in Reno, Nevada. For parents, it is the end of a long hot summer. For kids, it's the last chance to have some fun before school starts. At around 10 a.m., 12-year-old Darren Bonham and his sister, 6-year-old Lisa, asked their mom if they can go to a nearby amusement park called Idlewild. Doris Bonham gives her okay and watches her kids leave.

We're skipping off, as usual. Happy. Not a care in the world. Doris Bonham is a careful mother, bordering on strict. Just once, as Summer draws to a close, does she take a chance with her children? Lots of people always told me I was too strict with the kids, but I should lighten up. Do it one time, look what happens. Two hours later, Darren Bonham returns home alone. He tells his mom, Lisa left the park to get money for the rides and never returned.

Doris Bonham searches everywhere and finds nothing. With each passing moment, the feeling of dread grows, as a mother realizes someone has taken her child. I was convinced within a couple of hours that she had been picked up, and I was in a frantic mode. The Bonham's call police and dozens of officers blanket the park. As the afternoon wears on, Detective Jim Westlake knows the window of opportunity for finding Lisa Bonham alive is closing.

It's very difficult because you're trying to dig out every single. single piece of a little bit of information that you can get. And they're looking at you with those pleading eyes that help me. You know, find my child. But there is little Jim Westlake can do, except continue to search. Meanwhile, some miles away, a hunt of a different type is taking place. 14 miles from idle wild amusement park, a couple is cruising the highway looking to make some extra money by collecting cans. They stop at a bin along the side of the road. and begin to pick through the litter. Tossed on top of the garbage is a paper bag.

Inside it are the shorts and t-shirt of a young girl. The couple takes the clothes home for their grandchildren. The next day, pictures of Lisa Bonham begin to circulate, and the couple realizes the clothes they found match the missing girls. Doris Bonham confirms the clothing belonged to her daughter. Our first thought was that maybe somebody just changed her clothes. because that is common so that she couldn't be identified. For a parent, every piece of evidence holds out hope.

For detectives, that same bit of information points to a far harsher reality. It tells me she's probably dead when they find her clothing. Detective Westlake sends the clothing to the crime lab, and semen stains are found on the girl's shirt and a sock. In 1977, not much else can be done with the evidence. Meanwhile, the search for Lisa Bonham grows in size and urgency. On a deal where a child is missing, I mean, you pull out all the stops and go look for them. You do everything that you can think of to try to find that child.

The investigation's best lead comes from Lisa Bonham's brother, who tells police, three men offered Lisa an apple on the day she disappeared. The three are IDed as local men, but deny any involvement in the killing. Then, Detective Jim Duncan asks one of the men a hypothetical question. If you abducted this girl and killed her, what would you do with the body? And he mentioned that he would put the body in a sleeping bag and put rocks in it and throw it in a river. Scuba teams head to the nearest local river, the Truckee, and begins searching for the body of a six-year-old girl. The search comes up empty, and the three suspects are released for lack of evidence.

weeks pass without any leads and the outlook grows dim. Doris Bonham, however, remains hopeful. You have to have the hope. If you don't have the hope, you don't live. Two months later, 16-year-old Jane Beset, and a friend set out on a hike through Dog Valley, set in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains. We got here, we started hiking up the hill, and because it was a pretty good slope, we were looking for some walking sticks.

Jane scans the terrain around her and something white catches her eye. Brushing away the dirt, Jane realizes she's looking at a jawbone. Unsure if it belongs to an animal or as human, Jane takes the bone home to her mother. She said, you know, it looks like a little person's teeth. You know, it really doesn't look like animal teeth.

It looks like, you know, a child's teeth. Maybe we'd better call the police. A coroner concludes the jaw belongs to a human female, approximately seven years old. Lisa Bonham's dental records are then pulled and matched conclusively to the jaw. Reno detectives descend on the hills around Dog Valley. They believe a mother coyote and her pups

most likely scattered the girl's remains and concentrate their search downhill from where the jaw was discovered. He said, look downhill the path of least resistance because that's how the pup would have to drag it. And that's when they told us that, that's when I found it. I just walked what looked like a path to me.

And at some 50, 60 feet, there was a skull. The skull appears intact, offering no clue as to how the six-year-old died, or who might have killed her. The findings in Dog Valley, however, do put to rest any hope that Lisa Bonham might still be alive, leaving her mother in a waking nightmare. Once I heard where the bones were scattered around, then I knew the animals had eaten her. and that I hoped that she was dead before she was attacked by an animal. In time, investigators reluctantly move on. Lisa Bonham's murder goes cold and stays cold for decades.

Then, years later, Doris Bonham picks up a newspaper and reads about a new science. One she hopes will put an end to the questions and stop the nightmare. The first time I ever heard DNA and I'm calling everybody, you know, my friends and saying, I don't know what this DNA is, but this will solve police's case. Insurance isn't one-size-fits-all, and shopping for it shouldn't feel like squeezing into something that just doesn't fit. That's why drivers have enjoyed progressives name your price tool for years. With the name-your-price tool, you tell them what you want to pay, and they show you options that fit your budget. Enough hunting for discounts, trying to calculate rates, and tinkering with coverages.

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Perhaps something has come up, somebody else they're looking at. At that time of our life, we didn't know about cold cases. I don't know if that terminology was being used yet. And I said, something will happen one of these days. Doris Bonham's instincts are correct, but the weight, however, is a long one. It's eight more years until science jumpstarts the hunt for a child's killer. In the year 2000, in the Washoe County Crime Lab, a semen stain from Lisa Bonham's clothes, isolated at the time of her death in the 1970s,

has now produced a genetic profile, the profile of Lisa Bonham's killer. On June 7th, DNA analyst Renee Romero and Jeffrey Riolo run the unknown profile through a national database known as a number. Codis. A few moments later, the county lab registers a hit. All of a sudden, all these screens started to pop up, and it was indicating that we had a hit. It matched across the board. We were just so shocked thinking, oh my gosh, we just solved a homicide of another little girl. It was overwhelming. The unknown DNA profile is a perfect match to Stephen Robert Smith, convicted in 1969 of assaulting two young girls.

gunpoint. State records show Smith was released from prison 10 months before Lisa Marie Bonham was murdered. Detective David Jenkins has worked the Bonham case from the start and sat with the family through its darkest days. Now he makes the phone call they had hoped and waited for. I couldn't wait to share the information with the Bonham family that after all those years, I thought we had an answer to the questions that had been unanswered for so long. It was high doors, it's Dave Jenkins. And I remember saying, oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh. So what's the matter?

And I said, you've caught someone. And I think that kind of took him back. And I thought, that's the only reason you're calling. And I said it would happen someday. On May 31st, 2000, detectives Jenkins and Duncan knock on Stephen Smith's front door, wearing a wire to record their conversation. The team holds all the investigative

cards, including a full genetic match that could very well send him to death row. I'm done with Reno, BD., how are you? Good. Hey, Steve, you got a couple of minutes we could chat with you? The whole plan of how to approach him and talk to him, and that was completely enjoyable. We knew we had him. We were going to get a very bad person off the street. In September of 1977, there was a little girl named Lisa Marie Bonham, who was missing from

the hide of wild park. That's the case we're looking at. Any clues, any ideas? Did anybody ever talk to you about this case before, Steve? We engaged him in conversation and asked him if he knew anything about Lisa's abduction or death, denied any association with Lisa. I don't want to be subtle or discreet. I want to come right out and ask you directly and get a yes or no answer.

Steve, did you have anything to do with her abduction? Do you have any sexual activity with this little girl at all? None. His denial on the record, Smith is escorted downtown where detectives inform him of the genetic match, placing Smith's semen on six-year-old Lisa Bonham's clothes. Smith is arrested and charged with murder. Two weeks later, Smith has a change of heart and calls police with an offer. He'll confess if the state will spare his life.

The DA agrees to waive the death penalty and detectives record his confession. Steve, what I'd like to do is just very simply have you start with Saturday morning of the Labor Day weekend in 1977 and tell us what happened. I was at Wild Park. A little girl came along. She stopped and got to watch me fish. And I started talking to her. Finally, I asked her if she'd like to go for a ride with me. He would pose as a fisherman along the Truckee River and would wait for a young girl to pass by him in close enough proximity that he could snatch her. I tied her hands and told her that we were going to do some stuff that she probably wouldn't like, but there was times in life when you had to do stuff he didn't like. She was sort of a meaningful to that. Smith put six-year-old Lisa into his car and headed toward Dog Valley.

There, he raped her and tried to smother her. When that didn't work, he tells police he snapped Lisa's neck. Did it take only one twist? And then it was just a sign. A certain she was dead when you left. How do you know that? I tried to throw it off the course. And then you have sex with her again.

He's a complete animal. I was shocked during the time we spoke with him, how he had just a complete lack of feeling. It's like business as usual to him. He's a scary, scary person. At this point, I carried her away as took the way of the prison, gathered up, the clothes, everything, and then the blanket, back to the car, took him down, dumped him in the dumpster outside of her back.

On October 3, 2000, Smith pleads guilty to first-degree murder. A judge sentences him to two life terms with no possibility of parole. Before Smith is led away, Doris'Bellis'A. Bonham gets a moment in open court with her daughter's killer. I told him what an evil person he was. I told him that he should be taken out and hung till his neck snapped like he said he had done to Lisa. I told him that there shouldn't have been any decent burial for him, that he should be left to be torn apart by the wild animals.

Doris Bonham's life has been indelibly marred by the very worst that man-court. kind can offer. There is, however, another side to the human condition. Found in the perseverance of detectives who quietly did their job, and inevitably found the man who took Doris Bonham's child. I work for the Bonham family. We work for the members of our community who are victims of crimes. It seemed that they always wanted to solve it. I'm very thankful. Welcome to Pluto Fo. If you know the name of the movie you'd like to see, Just stream it for free on Pluto TV Where all your blockbuster favorites are landing all summer long

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