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Jim Mosley remembers that spring of 2006, when a chance encounter happened. One of the pastors there found a lady outside a grocery store with a couple of trash bags full of clothes. And apparently she was weeping and he approached her and said, hey, can I help you? She told the pastor her name was Camille Bowers. She just returned from a mission trip to India. She had come back and she was supposed to say there's one particular family and they didn't show up and she couldn't communicate with them.

So she was left without a place to stay. The pastor couldn't offer her a room, but he knew somebody in the Charlotte area who could. He felt sorry for her and introduced her to my aunt. Audrey Harrington, a fellow Christian. In the autumn of her life, Audrey needed some basic caretaking, help around the home, getting to appointments, things like that.

The pastor got an idea. Why couldn't this wandering missionary, Camille, help? It was a win-win in theory. In practice, not so much. Apparently, they couldn't get along. But a good Christian like Audrey wasn't just going to kick Camille to the curb. She said, I do know somebody that you can stay with until you return to your mission. So she introduced her to my mom, Sue Mosley. Sue was 76, a retired nurse who embodied the Golden Rule. Treat others as you'd want to be treated. My mother was a real strong Christian.

She reads the Bible every day. She had long been an empty nester after raising four kids. But recently, she'd become a widow. She had lost her husband, my dad, and she was lonely. She didn't want to live in a retirement home. After all, she had a pretty nice setup in Southport, the kind of place where neighbors stop to chat, where faith runs deep,

and where the most scandalous thing to happen is someone sitting in the wrong pew at church. The neighborhood she lived in was called St. James Plantation, and it's a gated community. She said, I want to die here, and I don't want to leave. And Sue had the means to stay put. I mean, there were, say, $600,000. My dad left her and of course she had the house and she had a pension and Social Security.

In recent months, Jim had taken on the role of dutiful son, but it began to dawn on him that his mother needed more regular help at home, something he couldn't provide working as a medical sales rep. So when Camille agreed to take care of his mother in exchange for room and board, it felt heaven-sent. Oh wow, I got somebody to help her that's a Christian. Jim himself had gone on more than 10 missions to Ethiopia to help build a medical clinic and housing for doctors and nurses. He knew from experience how a missionary moves through the world, giving their labor freely, seldom drawing attention to themselves. He remembered thinking, Camille didn't exactly look the part.

She was very attractive. You know, she had a cute little body. She walks in the door and her breasts are exposed and everything. But soon Camille got on just great. Camille helped her get to and from appointments, did the chores, ran the errands. She was in her early 60s, 14 years younger than Sue. But Camille was interested in being part of Sue's life.

She would go to church with my mother and seemed to fit in real well and sing in the choir and all that. The arrangement was working out just great. But then, I don't know, something hit me. I said, I'm not sure about this. And I said, I've got to keep my eye on this. Turns out Jim had learned during a visit with his mom that Camille had her sights on him.

She said, you know, Camille likes you, Jim. And I said, well, that's good. And she likes me. She goes, more than that, Jim. And I go, what do you mean? She says, she told me that she was going to marry you. And I said, really? I said, that's not going to happen.

Jim thought this was strange. He barely knew this woman. Not long after Sue revealed Camille's intentions, Jim was back in town, this time for an overnight visit. Jim was sleeping in an upstairs bedroom, right next to Camille's. And 3 o'clock one morning, my door opens and she comes in and she said, I'm scared.

Do you mind if I come in and let you hold me? What in the hell? Jim was startled. She had on just very little clothing and nightie and everything was exposed. And I said, I don't think this is a good idea. And I said, you need to go back to your room. Camille pleaded with him to stay in his bed. She told him she was hearing voices in the house that unnerved her.

Jim wasn't having it. Incredulous, Jim shooed her out the door. I don't know for what reason I did this, but I put a chair underneath the door handle to make sure that nobody could get in. That's how much it scared me. Jim's gut feeling that Camille was too persistent solidified. After that incident, I said something's wrong. But he still couldn't figure out her end game.

And then she wanted to give me a Christmas gift that year. I said, don't want anything. But she said, I insist. I'm a golfer, play golf. And so she gave me a box of Pro V1s, Titleist, which probably cost around $60 or so. And I just wondered where a missionary would get that kind of money to spend. Why splurge on overpriced golf balls? I've come to find out she had used my mother's credit card.

Usually, Camille played the part of the devout woman well. This was a slip up, but there was one thing she didn't account for. Jim Mosley saw right through her. This girl was good, I'm telling you. If you want a definition of a phlegm-phlam artist, it's her. You look it up in the dictionary, it's got her picture. She who do to everybody. This con woman had met her match.

She would end up messing with the wrong old lady and meshing herself into her life and her nest egg. And her son wasn't going to let it slide. From Sony Music Entertainment, this is Fatal Beauty. I'm Cooper Maul. Episode 5. Luck runs out. By the beginning of 2007, Jim couldn't shake the feeling that Camille was bad news.

It was almost hard for me to imagine Jim feeling this way. He's got the heart of a saint. He's kind of a gentle giant, the kind of guy who really tries to see the good in everyone. But he couldn't see it in her. I didn't want to tell my mom, but I told my brothers and I said, I don't know about this. I really don't know. One of Jim's brothers met Camille once and got no bad vibes. I think they were all happy that somebody was there morning, noon, and night since no dad passed away.

He tried another relative. So I went to my cousin and I said, I don't trust this woman. And my cousin said, you should. And then word got back to Camille that Jim had been badmouthing her. Boy, it kind of set off a firestorm there. Camille soured on Jim. Marriage, it seemed, was off the table now. But Camille was looking to settle down in other ways. So she took Sue on a road trip.

They're going around looking at real estate. That's Glenna Whitley again. She's about to get dragged into this story. It looked like Camille Bowers was looking to leave her missionary days behind her, put roots down in North Carolina. She wanted to buy this $2.7 million mansion on the water. That was just gorgeous. You're probably wondering how a missionary could afford something so steep. Camille told Sue she hadn't always been hoofing it

in the name of Christ. She was once married to a wealthy man named Bobby, who she'd inherited quite the trust from. Problem was, the money was tied up in a Wells Fargo account, but she was working on getting it released so she could buy that mansion. This all sounded fine to Sue, so the two hopped in her beat-up Honda Odyssey and drove to Coldwell Banker to meet with two realtors, Jack Farine and Dennis Krueger.

Their meeting isn't important. What's important is how unsettling the realtors found the dynamic between the two women. Camille barely let Sue speak for herself. And then Camille said something so outlandish, it got the realtors thinking. She was fishy. She said she'd be paying cash for a mansion worth 2.7 million. Now that is a big red flag for a real estate agent. Nobody pays cash like that,

especially somebody who's in mission work. So that was a point with Marine that made him start trying to get more information about her. He started Googling. Camille, missionary, Texas, bingo, up pops my stories, complete with her picture. Camille was outed as Sandra

Bridewell. He called Whitley to ask, was this woman trustworthy? Should she really be taking care of an elderly person? When I get that call, my heart started pounding. I was like, well, you do know that Sandra Bridewell is the only suspect in Rarig's shooting

death. Somebody has to warn Mrs. Mosley. And that's how Whitley ended up contacting Sue Mosley's son, Jim. I'm sitting in my office one night and the phone rings and I answer and she said, are you Jim Mosley? It was Glenna. And she said, is your mother Sue Mosley? And I said, yes. And she said, is a lady named Camille living with your mother? And I said, yes. Whitley spilled everything, painting a vivid picture of the web of deception Sandra had spun before landing

on Sue's doorstep. She told him she was even suspected in her third husband's murder, that some people in Dallas called her a black widow. For Jim, it was sweet vindication. And she said, she's a con artist. I said, I knew I was right. Then Whitley told it to him straight. She says, you need to get your mother out of there now.

I really thought that she was going to harm mom in some way. In 2009, three days before Halloween, a grisly crime stunned the seaport town of Anacortes, Washington. Mark was known as the dog whisperer of Anacortes. They soon discovered a story tangled in obsession. Who was the hunter and who was the hunted? Follow and listen to Train to Kill, the dog trainer, the heiress, and the bodyguard on the free Odyssey app or wherever you get your podcasts. The following was recorded from inside an ice plunge.

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It's easy to say that fast when you're freezing cold. I called my mom the next day and I said, hey mom, why don't you come see me in Charlotte? And she said, okay. I said, Hey, mom, why don't you come see me in Charlotte? And she said, Okay. I said, I'll come get you. Remember, Sue lived in Southport, about 215 miles from her son. So at the time is how ironic this happened. Sandra said she's going back on a mission trip.

Once they were safe in the car, Jim broke the news. Not only was Camille actually Sandra, but this Sandra woman was a suspected killer. Thankfully, right now, she was continents away on a mission. Jim alerted local authorities at this point. In the meantime, I went to the Charlotte Police Department and told them the story. Glenna had sent me a couple of stories that I printed out and I showed them to the police department in Charlotte. And they said, wow, this sounds like a very good character here. You know, they were laughing but concerned.

And they said, okay, you sit tight. They ran warrants on Sandra, but came up with nothing. Then sent Jim away. To be fair, Jim didn't have any proof that Sandra had hurt his mom or committed a crime. All he had was a magazine article that proved she'd been using an alias all this time and that she had a bad reputation.

But he wasn't ready to give up. And little did he know at the time, he was about to cross paths with someone who took his hunch seriously. How well did he know at the time? He was about to cross paths with someone who took his hunch seriously. I was introduced to a case pertaining to a victim by the name of Sue Mosley. My lieutenant called me one day and asked me to report to St. James for a possible financial crime.

That's Detective Jane Todd. She's retired now, but for 15 years, worked tirelessly for the Brunswick County Sheriff's Department. She's like a female heroine in a Coen Brothers movie, a gritty badass who will stop short of nothing to get the bad guy. Detective Todd told me about when

she first visited Sue Mosley's home after taking the call from her lieutenant. Turns out one of the realtors who was spooked after meeting with Sue and her suspicious caretaker had warned someone. The realty agent didn't know how to get up with Ms. Mosley's family. So he contacted the security gate. He told the head of security at Sue's gated community, Ron, about the damning articles he'd read about the woman entrusted with Sue's care. He had retired from the force, but knew who to call.

Ron contacted my lieutenant, and my lieutenant sent me. That's when Detective Todd and Ron first met and put their heads together. I contacted Ms. Sue Moseley's son, Jimmy, and asked him to have permission to talk with his mother and get permission for me to do a search warrant on her home to collect evidence so that I can do the process of getting any warrants that I can obtain to have her arrested as soon as possible. I asked Detective Todd why she was hard up on warrants and NRS so soon.

After all, she'd only read articles. She had yet to see a shred of evidence. Because of the fact that there were other reports out there from Dallas, Texas and Oklahoma on Ms. Sandra Camille Powers and some of the potential fraud cases that were coming out of those areas on the West Coast. Call it a detective's instinct. I went back to my office. I called Glenna Whitley so that I could collect whatever she had on Ms. Sandra Camille Powers. We definitely hit the ball running that day.

For decades, Sandra had always been one step ahead of them. Detectives, victims, anyone who thought they could catch her. She always slipped through. But now, the walls were closing in. Not by the hands of those who had chased her for decades, not by the ones who knew her best, but a woman with no history with Sandra, just a detective with a sharp eye

and a relentless sense of duty. Jane Todd wasn't just chasing her. She was about to outplay her. With Sandra on her mission trip abroad and suing her son Jim at his place in Charlotte, Detective Todd wanted to take advantage of the empty house. I did the first warrant approximately three days after I received the information.

Detective Todd recalled one of the first things that stood out to her. In Ms. Mosley's kitchen area, there was pads of notebook paper that had Ms. Sue Mosley's name written on it. It was a repeated signature, almost as if somebody was trying to duplicate Ms. Mosley's signature.

Why practice another person's signature unless you were fixing to sign on their behalf? I got a copy of Ms. Sue's original handwriting and compared the two of those. And I could tell the difference between Ms. Sue's handwriting and the handwriting of Sandra Camille Powers. The more Detective Todd dug, the more predatory behavior she

found. Sandra started taking over Ms. Sue's finances. Then she started taking over Ms. Sue's mail. She wouldn't let Ms. Sue see any of the statements that were coming in through the bank or any letters. You can probably guess where Sandra was stashing documents. Sandra's bedroom was a treasure trove of evidence. She kept everything.

Didn't throw anything away. She had bags, boxes. There was paper strewn all over her bedroom. I mean, she hoardered everything. Sounds a lot like what Jay Benson discovered in Atlanta. But in this room, Sandra had a secret spot above the bed. In Sandra's bedroom, there was a door that went through into the attic. Good Lord.

Bank account statements, credit card statements, all of that was hidden. Sandra wasn't just stealing. She was running a full-blown financial con. And this time, there wasn't just a paper trail. Next, Detective Todd went to Sue's bank to review surveillance footage, hoping she could catch Sandra on camera. They had pulled up video of Sandra Camille Powers going into the bank and cashing checks under Ms. Sue Mosley's name, which she did not authorize.

— Detective Todd found she'd been using Sue's credit card, too. She bought gifts at a Christmas shop, spa pedicures, and an expensive dinner. Jim had been right to worry about her using his mother's credit card to buy those pricey golf balls. Sue returned home two days after Detective Todd's investigation began. She was the one to tell her that the missionary she led into her home, trusted to care for her, became close with, was a fraud. A calculating thief.

Jim told me how distraught his mother was. She said, I don't know how this could have happened to me. I should have seen this. She sang hymns with me. She read the Bible with me. She did this. And I said, Mom, I know. You wanted a friend. You were lonely.

You had somebody to help you. Do not beat yourself up over this. Sue was lucky to have Detective Todd and Jim going to bat for her here, but she was the victim. So her participation in the investigation was going to be crucial. She confirmed she hadn't authorized any of the purchases, and Detective Todd went the extra mile to confirm it was in fact Sandra who made them, canvassing businesses where the charges had been made.

The witnesses at the three businesses, when describing the person that went in and made the purchases, was describing a hippie type person wearing a cloth shroud over her head, long skirt, medium length black hair, deep eyes. She always introduced herself as a missionary, even to the businesses that she went into.

So she showed them a recent picture. And they confirmed that it was her that went in and used the credit card belonging to Ms. Sue Mosley. Sue Mosley died in the summer of 2024, so I never got a chance to speak with her. I don't fault her for trusting Sandra. She knew how to get her to let her guard down. She was, supposedly, a fellow Christian who believed in the Golden Rule, right? But it was also purposeful deception. Sandra would show Sue doctored credit card statements that looked legit. To her, at least.

I actually, during the search warrant, got a copy of one of the bogus credit card statements. She was not good at it, because she used the white out to white out the total of charges and then gave a total balance at the end of the statement in a lower amount so that Ms. Sue would not see that she was actually running up the credit card into the thousands of dollars. Then another revelation.

Detective Todd learned that mere months before her lieutenants sent her out to Sue Mosley's home, someone else in her department had been looking into Sandra. We had another detective, Marty Folden, that was called out while Nancy was living there. Nancy is Sue's daughter. She'd been staying there temporarily

when the so-called missionary came to stay, but Nancy didn't really get on with her. Sandra was very savvy about talking about Nancy was doing this, she was doing drugs, she was taking checks. She made some even greater allegations. Sandra had told Ms. Sue that Nancy was trying to get a hold of Ms. Sue's Social Security number so she could take over Ms. Sue's Social Security check.

This was a well-timed lie, a way for Sandra to cover up her own wrongdoing by blaming Sue's daughter. The Social Security Agency had called them and told Miss Sue that somebody in the household had tried to take control of the Social Security number and ultimately couldn't because of the password. Sandra successfully drove a wedge between Sue and her daughter. Her plan worked. But hearing this got Detective Todd wondering if Sandra had in fact stolen Sue's identity. If she was capable of commandeering Sue's credit cards and bank account, what was stopping her from stealing her Social Security? Thing is, that's a federal crime and Detective Todd was working locally. So she put this lead in her back pocket for now.

Sandra was going to be coming back to Southport soon, returning to live with Sue. And you bet neither Jim nor Detective Todd were going to let the two of them be under the same roof again. For now, between the credit card charges and the forged checks, there was enough to arrest Sandra. For the first time ever, card charges and the forged checks, there was enough to arrest Sandra. For the first time ever, Sandra Bridewell would be behind bars.

She'd have to answer for what she'd done instead of lying, stealing, and then disappearing. By the way, Sandra wasn't in India. She was actually in Rock Hills. Staying with a friend in South Carolina, Jim remembered how they found that out. They said, do not counsel the credit card. This is the only way we can track her.

So that's how they saw the charges being spent in America. About that whole India thing. They did their homework and found out she had never gone overseas. She was totally lying about being a missionary. She had never been to India. Jim was past feeling happy about being right.

The real twist? He was the one who'd be fooling her now. He wasn't sure he had the stomach for it, but he was about to set a trap that Sandra wouldn't see coming. stream stuff three times the points. Well then get the RBC ION Plus Visa and earn three times the points at grocery stores and restaurants as well as on gas, EV charging, daily transit, streaming services, digital gaming and more all the time. Get the RBC ION Plus Visa. Conditions apply visit rbc.com slash ION cards. The new BMO VI Porter Master mastercard is your ticket to more

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We know where she is. She's been in South Carolina. She's gone to get her nails done. She's gone to get her hair done. She's gone to Dick's Sporting Good. She spent $600 at Dick's. And I said in the back of my mind, she's bought a gun. — Jim was worried Sandra might have caught wind of the operation underway.

That she might be out for vengeance. So I said, guys, I'm a little worried about this. And they said, well, when she calls you, just play like nothing's happened. Nervous, Jim gave Sandra a ring. She had no idea what was going on at the time. And she wanted to borrow my mother's car, which I had, in Charlotte. It was the perfect trap. Sandra could come pick up the car under the impression she'd be doing Jim a solid,

driving Sue back to Southport. When they meet up, the cops would move in and make the arrest. The police came back to me and said, we don't have the warrant set yet. You're kidding me. Why don't you have the warrant? She said, well, we're still working on it. We'll get it done. Jim stalled Sandra a bit more, telling her he needed to get the car battery replaced.

Then he got the go ahead. They finally called me up and they said, hey, we got the warrants for her arrest. And I said, okay, what do you want to do? They agreed it would be best to arrest Sandra in a public place. Who knows? Maybe she did buy a gun at Dick's. So it would all go down at Dean and DeLuca's on March 2nd, 2007. Have her meet you at 10 o'clock. Jim had never been part of a sting operation before.

He needed to know how this was all going to go down. So he went down to the police department and met a whole bunch of law and order guys. They said, we're trained in arrest, we know what we're doing. And this is a diagram of the restaurant. This is a diagram of all the parking lot. Just have her come in. We're going to have people around you. We're going to have people at the front door.

We're going to have people at the back door. we're gonna have people at the back door, we're gonna have people in the parking lot." Now that he had the lay of the land and the assurance of plenty of backup, it was on. I get to the restaurant and I'm somewhat scared. I sit down and it's right at 10 o'clock and three of the guys come in and sit right next to me and they said, don't talk to us. Don't act like you know us. We will stop her before she even gets in this restaurant. Problem was that an hour goes by and she doesn't show up.

This whole thing was starting to feel anticlimactic. I looked at one of the guys. I said, I looked away when I talked to him, but I said, hey, what do we do? And he says, we're going to sit here another hour. He says, notoriously, these people don't show up on time. Jim must have been anxious as hell. So another 30 minutes go by, and still no Sandra.

The guy just says, be patient. Was it time to throw in the towel? And all of a sudden, somebody comes up in a big, flowing dress, in sunglasses and a hat, sits down next to me, and it's her. She puts her hand on my shoulders and said, hey! And it startles me. Jim's heart was pounding. And it wasn't just from the five cups of coffee he'd had while waiting on her.

It was time to get what they came for. I said, I gotta go to the restaurant. And I looked at the guys and I said, what are you waiting for? When I got up, they asked her to stand up. They said, you're under arrest. Jim stood behind her, something he'd been advised to do beforehand. Because if she looks at me while they're putting handcuffs on her,

it'll burn in her mind that I did this. I always remember that. The woman who evaded the long arm of the law for decades had gone down. A journey that began in an affluent bubble ended in a grocery store. No more running. This time, Sandra had cups on her. They take her outside, put her in the police car. I don't even think she seemed surprised.

She sat in the back seat of the police car and I walked by it. The window was rolled down and she looked at me. I asked Jim how he remembered her stare. Like nothing. She had no emotion. The very day she was arrested, she had documents, mail, gift cards, and credit cards on her, none of which were hers. Among them was a JCPenney MasterCard belonging to Sue Mosley, along with letters meant for Mosley

regarding her financial affairs. Arrested in Charlotte, Sandra was transported back to Brunswick County. In her mugshot, her expression is weary. Her long dark hair is unkempt, framing her face in uneven strands. Shadows cast under her eyes give the impression of exhaustion. There's no hint of charm, no trace of the manipulative confidence that her slip away so many times before. Just a woman caught, facing consequences at last.

It was time to get this new inmate booked, and the person in charge of that, let's just say, had been eager to meet her. I was sitting in the jail waiting for her. When she came in the door, she was holding a Bible. She was very meek at first, apologetic, charming. Detective Todd just watched her, scoping her out. She had a hold of her pocketbook and the Bible when she sat down on the bench across from me. And I looked at her and I told her, I said, I need your pocketbook.

And she says, well, you can't have it. I said, yes, I can. I said, it's either me or the jailers take it. I said, either way, I'm going to get it. And you could tell she was a little irritated. She was just starting to let it sink in. She wasn't in control anymore. She handed it to me and I sat back down on the counter and started going through it.

Was pulling out cards and bank statements and credit card statements and letters. And she said, you can't go through that. I said, yes, I can. I said, if I find evidence in it, I am confiscating it. Then I asked her for her Bible. Again, she resisted. This woman really thought she was impervious to the law. But that's not how it works in jail.

She forked it over to Detective Todd. I thumbed through it, and there was pictures of champagne escalates, chibi-choo shoes, Microcore's pocketbooks, pictures of billion dollar mansions, and they were all cut out of magazines and placed in between the pages of the Bible. When Sandra was a young woman, she wanted to marry Rich and have a man provide for her. But now in her 60s, she seemed to want Jesus Christ himself to provide her with a ritzy life. She would change the verse to fit her needs that God would provide for her, that she was

going to be able to get this mansion. Detective Todd was looking for anything, as much evidence as possible, to keep Sandra in jail as long as possible. These bizarre Bible collages weren't going to cut it. So when Detective Todd tried to interest a DA in the case, It was such a small amount of money, our district attorney wanted to drop the case. She couldn't believe it. Receipts, camera footage, witnesses. And this woman was just going to get away with it on a technicality? Here's the thing.

Despite everything Detective Todd had on Sandra, all the proof of the check and credit card fraud, this was her first offense. It was her only recorded criminal act. For a DA, going forward with a case like that was a waste of resources. It made more sense to just put her on probation and get her to pay restitution. I kind of walked out crying. If she wanted to prevent Sandra from being released and get her on a federal charge, she'd have to find more value, at least $2,500.

She was $80.43 short. She was $80.43 short. Once Sandra was in her jail cell, Jim was able to do some more snooping around his mom's home. So I started looking through some of the mail and there was a foreclosure notice on the house. Sue had been set up nicely by her late husband's estate. It didn't make sense she'd be missing mortgage payments. Plus, she had already set up automatic withdrawal from her account so she wouldn't have to think

about that sort of thing. And come to find out, Sandra had diverted, or Camille had diverted the house notes. Or essentially her mortgage bill, sent monthly. So I immediately called the mortgage company and I said, hey, this is what's going on. And initially they were just guarded. And I said, how about if I come write you a check right now and make up the difference?

Will you allow me to do that and you won't foreclose on my mother? And by the grace of God, they said yes. Jim wrote a check for six back payments plus a $500 late fee. But he still didn't know where that money had gone. But he had an idea. If Sandra had managed to steal that money and it could be proven, that would certainly get Detective Todd over that $2,500 hurdle.

Everything was coming together for Detective Todd's case. I worked nonstop, almost 19 to 20 hours a day in the first couple of weeks, just so I could obtain the warrants on her and not let her slip through our hands. Because if she'd have gotten wind of it, she probably would have fled and we probably would not have been able to find her because she's good at hiding. And it paid off. Detective Todd had compiled enough evidence to get the magic number. She ultimately had Ms. Sue Mosley's mail diverted to Rock Hill. That's where Sandra had first landed in South Carolina. When she was living with Audrey, she struck up a friendship with her other caretaker.

It was her address that these documents were diverted to. Like bank statements, credit card statements, tax statements, loan statements. Everything was diverted to Rock Hill during the period of time that she was staying with Ms. Soot. And those mortgage payments? Sandra diverted the money away from the house payment and was collecting the payments in Rock Hill. The same address as the statements? Finally, it became over $2,500 in fraudulent charges.

Then, Detective Todd realized she had the goods on Sandra this whole time. Remember that whole she said, she said between Nancy and Sandra about the Social Security payments? The detective that was assigned to it, he didn't do an incident report. He just bugged the phone and left it there and forgot about it. When we got the bugged tape and listened to it and actually heard Sandra's voice with the agent trying to change the address where the social security payment was supposed to go,

that's when I involved the social security administration because we had enough to take her federally. By December 2007, almost 22 years to the day after Alan Rarick was found murdered, a final indictment came for Sandra. Not for the mysterious deaths in her past, not for the suspicions that had followed her for decades, but for three counts of bank fraud. One count of possession of stolen mail, one count of possession of stolen mail, one count of aggravated identity theft.

The bombshell who once capitalized off her elegant wardrobe could be spending up to 15 years in an orange jumpsuit. She would be headed to a federal women's prison without a man in sight that she could sink her teeth into. Next time on the finale of Fatal Beauty, Sue Mosley gets to speak her truth. Camille has humiliated everybody that calls themselves a Christian and loves the Lord. And one detective gets the interview we've all been waiting for ever since Alan Rarig's murder.

I knew I was gonna have to try to talk to her and she was in a spot she couldn't give away. Alan's cold case is reopened and detectives realize something crucial about how his body was moved across state lines. He almost had to have some second person evolved. Sandra might have had an accomplice. Unlock all episodes of Fatal Beauty ad-free right now by subscribing to the Binge Podcast channel.

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