This episode may contain content of a graphic nature, including descriptions of physical and sexual violence against adults, children, and animals. Listener discretion is advised. Hi everyone, I'm Talia and I'm Tanya, and together we are Crimes and Consequences, a true crime podcast. Hi Tania, Hi Talia. Welcome back everybody to this week's episode of Crimes and Consequences. I want to thank you all for joining us this week, and Yutania, well, you're welcome.
Well, thank you, And I would like to thank everyone for joining us this week. We just both want to I have a great story. I had never heard it before, and I don't know if you've ever heard of Sandra Bridewell. Nope, I have not. Well, i'm gonna start it. But before I start it, when I asked everybody the subscribe or follow a button or whatever it is, like, whatever you gotta do. And with that, I'm gonna start. All right, I'm gonna give you some
background on Sandra Camille Ridewell. She was born as Sandra Powers on April fourth, in nineteen forty four in the little town of Siedelia, Missouri. Do you know it? No? No, I don't either. She kind of had a rough start from the get go when her natural parents immediately gave her up for adoption. Okay, she was adopted by a couple who couldn't have any children of their own. Her adopted father, his name was Arthur Powers, and he owned and managed the local Doctor Pepper bottling plant. Oh I
love, I know you love. Sadly, her adopted mother, all this is sad was killed in a car accident when she was only three years old. Oh that's so sad, so damn kind of rough start. It didn't take long at all for her father to marry a woman named Doris, and he relocated his family to Oak Cliff, Texas. That's a suburb of Dallas, and he found work as a cemetery platz salesman. Oh really, okay, look at this lovely st How do you do you go door to door
for that? I don't know either. Back then? Okay, all right, ay, cool, you gotta make money. Somebody got by. But as for a new stepmother, Sandra didn't get along with her at all. Oh that sucks. Sandra held so many memories of her upbringing, and Sandra was really just upset about the way her life had turned out. And she voiced that often towards stepmom. Many of her friends and her ex friends can
recall numerous stories Sandra told them of how bad her childhood was. During her teenage years, she told her closest friend, and her name was Susan Dreath, stories of how her and her stepmom had just the most horrific relationship, and she would always talk about particularly traumatic events for her. Apparently, one time her stepmother was throwing a birthday party for her and forgot to send out the invitation. Now fuck the parent, oh man. Oops. So when
the big day came, no one showed up. That oh, poor little Sandra Man, nobody likes. I'm just kidding. Sandra also told about how her stepmother would tell her she hasn't wanted oh oh, and would often lock her in a closet. Damn. Sandra went to Kimball High School in oak Cliffe, and she ended up graduating in nineteen sixty two. While there, she just mostly kept to herself. She wasn't considered very popular and wasn't really
involved in any extracurricular activities or school activities. It just wasn't the way she was. As a matter of fact, when the yearbook came out, her picture didn't even appear. Really no trace of Sandra. But there was one picture of her. It was in the school organization for Future Homemakers of America. There was an organization called Future Homemakers at so like the homeac Club. No. So she did do some sort of curricular right, right, And
although Sandra was beautiful, she didn't date much. Another thing her friends remembered about her where the constant lies. Oh, I fucking hate that would always tell she would just make up stories about her life where she grew up and kind of I guess, embellish what her life was really like, probably because it sucks so bad she wanted to make up happier stories when she was an
adult. People recall her saying that she went to SMU, which is Southern Methodist University, I believe, but the Register's office had no record of her effort taking a course there. On her ten year high school reunion questionnaire, she wrote that she attended TCU, which is Texas Christian University. However, they had no record of her ever going there. What is documented is that she attended Tyler Junior College for a year after high school, where she was
a member of the local sorority. She returned to Dallas sometime after that, and by nineteen sixty six, twenty year old Sandra was living the life of the young North Dallas single women at the Windsor House apartments near the Upper Greenville area. And that's a really nice area. That's all you need to know. It's a very nice area. Whether it was a result of her troubled upbringing or just wanting something better for herself, she developed a taste for the
most exquisite an expensive things life could offer. Those that knew her in the sixties say that she was even striving for some kind of sophistication that others her age didn't have. While her friends were talking movie magazine, she was talking about Southern Living magazine. She was ahead of the game and instinctively knew what kind of man she wanted and was such charm. Because she did have a lot of charm and she was pretty, it didn't take long for men to
come flocking right to Sandra. She began dating a young dentalist student who had ambitions to become a great dentist in Dallas. He lived in an apartment complex across the street from Sandra, and after just six weeks of dating, he asked her would she marry him? Shut up. In May of nineteen sixty seven, David Stiegel became Sandra's first husband. First husband, this is going to be a story. Following the footsteps of his father, David went on
to Baylor College of Dentistry and he graduated with honors. So he's a really smart guy. But he wanted to do something more in his profession than simply run the family practice like his father did. He was set, I'm becoming a big time dentist and part of the society, up berth society. He wanted to be the dentist of the rich people. Yes, yeah, thank
you, that's what I'm trying to say. Instead of doing normal stuff like fillings, David was into full mouth construction and some patients he charged ten thousand dollars and this is back in like sixty seven, so that's at a lot of money money. David went to Los Angeles to study with a prominent dentist, but a long client list of Hollywood celebrities under his wing, David learned
how to make all the right moves to attract the proper clientele. The Newlywoods also joined Saint Michael in All Angels Episcopal Church, which on Sundays is filled with or at least it was the wealthiest people in Dallas. From the beginning, Sandra moved really easily upscale into the high class world, as if it was almost her natural element. She was a wonderful hostess. Oh how lovely. She was part of the neighborhood book club. I didn't ever have a
neighborhood book club me. She was cookbook chairman, cookbook chairman for the Saint Michael Church. Okay. Her main goal was to be in the Junior League, which is a league of young women organized for volunteer service spacific days in social organizations. It was as if she was trying to gain this lavish social identity. She always wanted to do things first class. One time, there was a birthday party throne for one of the neighborhood children, and she showed
up everybody that was there. While the mothers brought small presents that were like five dollars, she got this massive, huge balloon arrangement that just knocked everybody out and made everybody else look like shit. Yeah, examly, just like a show off. Yeah. Another acquaintance met David and Sounder in nineteen seventy one at a backyard beer an oyster party. Oh that sounds fun. But does sound fun even though I don't drink beer or eat oysters. I don't
need oysters, but beer and oysters, I don't know. It just sounds good. I like beer. Sounds like a good time. Though it was thrown by an elite Highland Park real estate agent, this agent recalls it, Santra seemed offended when she was offered a beer to She's like, you don't. I don't drink beer. Beer a con. She seemed very pretentious and everyone could tell she was trying really hard to climb that social ladder. Beer's good, though I've never been a fan. Well, I know you're too's
naughtyous. But at the end of the day, David was also enjoying the high life I described him to you. He liked that too, and not to mention the social aspects of it didn't hurt his dental practice. To be hobnobbing with rich he was finally making some money. His income almost tripled from twenty seven thousand and nineteen seventy two to sixty eight thousand in nineteen seventy three. Wow, that is the equivalent of four hundred and sixty four thousand dollars
today. That is not bad, No, that's a nice salary. They were living the good life, and they became addicted. Soon they began trying to live like the people that threw all those lavish parties. By nineteen seventy three, they'd moved to the upscale Greenway Parks neighborhood, buying a sixty five thousand dollar house. And I'm gonna guess that's a four hundred thousand dollar house. And they quickly remodeled it and it costs them forty five thousand to remodel
it. Holy shit, So that's probably like three hundred thousand remodel it. Sander was taking care of all the bills at home while David head it off to work in his new nineteen seventy three Cadillac. How did I know? You were gonna say Candillac? Yeah, And he would wear a coat of sport covids like three hundred dollars, so I thought that would be over a thousand. Now while over they got to live in made because they'd already they had two kids. Sandra's busy, right, she's got a lot going on,
I guess. Yeah, book club and the cook book chairman, Yeah, and all that. So they had a live in made Oh excuse me, she's a busy lady. You know you can afford it. But I wouldn't really want someone to living with me. Wouldn't either, but whatever, But then I guess I would have to do nothing but to live in made. Well, if you were the maid too, what kind of fucking life do you have? I don't know. I want to go home, I know, but I want to go home and get away from well, my
employer. That's true. The spending escalated. Sandra paid a renowned Dallas interior designer thirty five thousand to redecorate the home of antiques. And that's got to be over one hundred thousand now, yeah, easily. Someone once commented that the house looked like the Palace of Versailles. Oh and apparently Sandra's end goal was to get her home featured in the architectural digest. I've never had that
goal, but good for her me either, But she she okay. By nineteen seventy four, the couple had three children and the debts were getting a little bit out of control. That's what happened. The i RS put a lean on their house for unpaid taxes. Pay your fucking ta yeah, like we can pay it. You can't get away. You're not gonna get wait right, like you're not going to get away from it. You're not gonna
get away from it. They're gonna know. And they owed a North Dallas bank more than thirty thousand, So again we're talking about at least one hundred and ten thousand dollars. David had stopped referring patients with simple Dunnam problems to other Dunnasts like he always would do because he always did the big work, right, Yeah, and instead he started, you know, taking every client he could up doing the ghetto Dennist dental work. We excuse me, lowering
himself for cavities. He was working night and day to pay the bills, but Sandra would continue to spend as if everything was just fine. Man. In the fall of nineteen seventy four, their financial picture worsened. David had to borrow one hundred thousand dollars from his father and this is like six hundred thousand, yeah, to try to stay above water. Oh my god. But these problems they affected his work in the office. I'm sure he's about
ready to have fucking nervous breakdown. I'm just guessing and make matters worse. Life at home with Sandra was miserable, surprised because he just had a viral, like a botload of money from his parents. Sandra and David always fought. Yeah, because he's probably like chill out with the spending, right, And she accused him of having an affair because he's working all the time. One time Sandra came over to another friend's house. She had a black eye.
Oh, she said, David hit her. Oh yeah, it's getting dark. Sandra began to sleep in the children's bedrooms, and friends said that she was really scared of David's violent temper. But this was all nacked. Was it just a con artist? Damn? Late one night, David's attorney got a frantic phone call from Sandra saying that David was drunk. The lawyer rushed the house. Okay, really, we're lawyers. That's two lawyers. I'm not rushing to anybody's house. Oh he must be paid. Well,
well that's true, all right. If a thousand dollars an hour, I will rush to your house. I suppose maybe maybe maybe sleeping because I'm not getting up for any anything. I know, my phone's always unsilent. Yeah, i'd never get the call. I mean back then, I don't think you could turn the phone off. Could you maybe turn it down? I don't know, maybe turn it down. So he rushes over there and he
finds David crouched in a closet, pointing a pistol at his head. Oh no. As lawyer struggled with David and then was able to take away the gun. After that night, David told friends that everything was fine and said he would never try to commit suicide again because he loved his children too much. But I'm February twenty second, nineteen seventy five. Just three weeks later,
David did try again, and this time he succeeded. Oh Sandra told police she was sleeping in another wing of the house you know have wings in our houses, and awakened to find David lying in a pool of his own blood in the bed. Plice found the dentist with his wrists slash and a bullet wound to his left temple. A twenty two caliber pistol was in his hand. Later police would find out that the gun David used to kill himself had apparently been stolen from one of his patients. Who's bringing a gun to
the dyer. I don't know. This is Texas, Okay, this is Texas. I don't think your gun is on your person. I don't know. I don't know how do you get that? But I would love to know. Sandra sold the home for one hundred and forty seven thousand, five hundred dollars and got one hundred and sixty thousand in life insurance. And that's a lot of money. Yeah, we're talking over million. Yeah, over
a million. David's Donald practice was sold for only fifteen thousand. Even after paying off all the bills, she and her children, they still had enough money to live a comfortable life because they got a ton of money. Yeah. Now, Sandra all on her own. She had a seven year old son and two daughters ages four and one. She didn't have a job. To someone who knew her, it seemed as if this pretty young widow had nowhere to turn except for another man. In all reality, that was the
only way she could survive. Some old friends of David's really resented Sandra, but many friends and neighbors were ready to help her out. They felt bad for her, and then Sandra started going out again. She went out with the Highland Park Wives. And these are really rich women, and they set her up on dates with wealthy divorced friends. It's like the housewives of Highland Park. And these men found her to be bewitching, bewitching. She was
remarkably appealing to men. She knew how to flatter them, flirt with them. She did her fair share of dating before she finally met an hotel investor. He was the son of a rich oil man. Oh damn, there's money right. His name was Bobby Bridewell. It was late nineteen seventy seven and Bobby was going through an ugly divorce. His first wife had announced that she was in love with her horse trainer. It's like a cheesy Lifetime movie or on some novel. Yeah, fell in love with my horse trainer.
Many of his friends knew. He was just wrecked by this. He was devastated. And then Sandra came along at the perfect time for Bobby lift his spirit. They love going out together and she a point of sharing his interest. When they started dating, she read several books on horse racing, knowing that Bobby loved that sport. After a whirlwind romance, they were married June twenty six, nineteen seventy eight. Bobby was swept off his feet. He
was headed over heels in love with Sandra, and everybody knew it. However, what a lot of people didn't know was that Bobby had been sliding into a major financial crisis. Oh shit. He was involved in dozens of joint real estate ventures in the hotel industry because I told you he's a whole tal investor, and almost all of them were failing because there was a nineteen seventy eight real estate market crash. Yeah, I remember, the best stationed their
minds forever and blah blah blah. By the end of nineteen seventy eight, he was bankrupt, only bankrupt, but he had three million in that I don't I'm not going to there's a minimum. Still, Bobby refused to be discouraged. He better get out there, gotta get out there and hustle. By nineteen seventy nine, he was starting to turn things around again. Get a very unique hotel project on a drive one day by the old Shepherd King's
mansion, and it's a sixteenth century Italian styled villa. An idea flashed through his mind. Sounds very lovely. Why not convert the villa into a pricey hotel and restaurant? Why not? Maybe because I don't have any money in debt. Yeah. He sold the idea to a woman named Carolyn, and her Rosewood Hotels ended up purchasing the property, so she had a bunch of hotels. Bobby was a consultant and he watched his idea turn into reality when
the mansion opened for business in nineteen eighty. By then, the bankruptcy judge had released the bridewalls of all their debt and he was making six figures again. So he turned it around in like two years thanks to bankruptcy court. God bless. Yeah. But before I tell you more, we're gonna take a quick break. Quickly, Sandra found herself thrust even higher into Dallas's society. Nice Bobby circle of friends, and most of them were in their mid
thirties. They were well on their way to becoming really successful prominent businessmen and their socialites in Dallas. Sandra was given the chance to do the invitations for the exclusive cattle Baron's Ball, the cattle Baron's ball nice. She was given the best table and fawned over at the mansion. When she traveled to Houston, she stayed at the chic Remington on Post Oak Park Hotel. I have no idea, and that was one of Bobby's other new projects. Bobby even
ended up adapting her children and giving them the distinguished Bridewell last name. Bobby's friends seemed to like Sandra. She definitely had cast a spell over them, and she was able to get them to do things for her, like really running errands, taking her children places. While it was in a secret she was simply down having lunch. She's like, I'm going to be having lunch, shooting lunch, So if maybe someone could help me with my kids,
because I'm gonna be really busy. She had away with people and she just got what she wanted. The friends continued to help Sandra, especially after the shocking news came in nineteen eighty that Bobby had been diagnosed with lymphoma oh Man. At first, Bobby continued work as usual. He was always busy, always thinking of ways to make money, and he seemed undaunted by all the
chemotherapy he was receiving. But By nineteen eighty one, he was losing a ton of weight, and he was starting to spend more and more time just in bed. Oh that's side, I know. Fuck cancer, Fuck cancer cancer. Bobby's last month should have brought the kind of love and warm generosity that comes from people during misfortune, but instead, Bobby's friends were overly bitter towards Sandra in all centers around her blatant disregard for Bobby because she continued to
remodel their Highland Park home. Should spend money while he's dying of cancer. Wow, to some of the people, it was just outrageous. Yeah, like it's really inappropriate. Yeah it is. Oh, look at how beautiful I'm going to make the house. Yeah, you're dying as you're dying, and you won't see it when it's done, because you'll be done. Like,
what the fuck is that. In the spring of nineteen eighty two, thirty eight year old Sandra asked a neighbor her name was Marian Underwood, if Bobby could stay for a week in one of her spare bedrooms while Sandra had the central air conditioning and heat installed in her Huh, hey, could you make dying husband for a week, Can you move into your home? What the fuck is that? It's a bitch, Yeah, Bobby Winter, but
he never ended up coming home. Instead, he stayed at the Underwood home for three weeks until Bobby's father got so angry at Sandra and moved him into
a suite into one of his hotels. Geez Marian, who adored the Bridewells, also had a falling out with Sandra, and I don't blame her either, as many of Sandra's friends had been taken care of her children and helping with Bobby, and they didn't feel like Sandra appreciated what she did what they were doing for her and Bobby. So poor Bobby is staying in a fucking hont hole room until late April. Then he spent the last two weeks of
his life at the Baylor University Medical Center, all the while his house is being reminded this is so stupid. Bobby died at the age of forty one on May nine, in nineteen eighty two. A few weeks later, Sandra left for a vacation in Hawaii. Oh shit, well she got to get away on vacation. She had to get away because her whole world was just falling apart because of her. Though Sandra might not have realized it, she
was quietly being ostracized from her cliquish, high end society friends. The talk was like snowballing, bringing an avalanche of rumors and innuendos, and just everybody just kind of hated her. His long story short, what happens next didn't help matter as much. Bobby's cancer doctor, his name was John that Well. He was one of the most distinguished physicians in Dallas, and his wife Betsy, she worked for the Shakespeare Festival, which was part of the Junior
League. And remember Sandra had aspired to be part of that junior league. I don't even know what hell really a junior league is. But his wife was active at the Highland Presbyterian Church, and she taught a Bible class for the children at her home, and she was raising two children in her own So that's a little background on Bobby's doctor and his wife, Betsy Bagwa lived a kind of stable life that Sandra had always hoped to achieve. While Bobby
was dying of cancer, she became very close to the bag Walls. Betsy became her new best friend and she depended on them during Bobby's cancer and even more after his death. But the bag Walls were getting a little weary of her. Like many people who were once friends with Sandra, they felt like she was smothering them, always asking them to do something for her. One Wednesday evening in July, Sandra called John to tell him that her car had
stalled while she was out running errands. Being then he was a nice guy, John reluctantly agreed to help Sandra, but when he got to the site, he saw a policeman getting into Sandra's car, and he tried the car and it started immediately. John believed Sandra had lied about the car trouble to lure him from his home. Now why yeah, why. He was pretty pissed off by this, and he told her to get out of their lives. Oh. He also made sure to tell Betsy to stay away from Sandra.
But a few days later, in July sixteenth, Betsy received a phone call from Sandra. Sandra was really upset. She claimed she found a letter written from another woman to Bobby. That this letter she discovered it inside a frame behind a photograph, and Bobby had been having an affair. Oh while
he's dying of cancer. I guess, I don't know. For Betsy, there was something that didn't seem right about this story, and she told her husband about it that morning and brought it up again to two of her friends over lunch at the Dallas Country Club. Later, just for the record, Sandra denies the existence of the letter and says she never said that to Betsy.
Later that afternoon, Sandra called Betsy. She said her card stalled again, this time is at church and she needed help and Betsy couldn't say no. She ended up driving Sandra to love Field. I don't know where love Field is. I want to go to love Field Field. Just roll around in love Field at about four thirty to pick up a rental car, but because Sandra had forgotten her driver's license, she couldn't get a car. Sandra said. Betsy then took her back to her car, which was at the
church, but this time when they went back, the car started. Oh no car trouble again. The police later say that Sandra told him that when she left with Betsy, she went to a shopping center at Preston Center at a twenty That evening, police found Betsy in the terminal parking lot of love Field slumped in the driver's seat of her nineteen eighty Mercedes Benz station wagon with a bullet hole in her right temple. What any twenty two caliber revolver in
her hand? Oh? The Dallas County Medical Examiner ruled her death a suicide. M but everyone knew that Betsy wouldn't do that. Nobody believed Betsy would just go and kill herself. This death marked a turning point in the way the Park Cities people regarded Sandra. People were really wondering, who is Sandra? Like, what the hell? She would become known as the black widow. Oh well, there's like ten thousand of them, but she was the
black widow in the Park City's area, the rich area. But Sandra could have cared less what people thought of her. Surprise, yeah, surprise. She remained in the big Highland Park home that Bobby left her, and she just tried to pick up the pieces of her life. She's like, fuck you, I don't care if you think I'm a killer. Right, See, I would be like, I didn't do it. I know I didn't do it. I didn't do it. She's like, fuck off, right. She bought a new two seater Mercedes. Oh, even though she's got
a bunch of carry kids. And she used the memorials given in Bobby's honor, amounting to nearly fifty thousand, to help establish a week long summer camp, which is nice, one by Dallas's Children's Medical Center for children afflicted with cancer. That is nice. So she did some good things. She's trying to make up for the murders. Yeah, see, I'm not so bad, right, I got a camp for kids. They know I helped kids would cancer. Sandra met new friends, and she slowly began moving forward with
her new life. And then in the summer of nineteen eighty four, guess what she met another man? Oh, of course she did. His name was Alan Rerig Okay, and he had just moved to Dallas. Nope, Nope. The day after he arrived in town, he was looking for some garage apartments that he hadn't heard were often available behind mansions. As he came down the street, he saw a beautiful woman, Sandra, talking to her
gardener on the front line. Allen got out of his Ford Bronco, walked up to her and answer if she knew of a place he could rent, and they just had a conversation and then things went from there, did a courtship. Five months later they were engaged, and then on December eight, nineteen eighty four, they were married in a ceremony at the mansion that Bobby had developed. Of course, Alan was twenty nine and Sandra was forty.
Oh damn. December, Allen told his friends and his mother that he thought destiny had brought him to Sandra's front yard soon after his arrival in Dallas. It was fate, It was fate, was meant to be. He felt bad for Sandra. She'd had such awful luck, she really had her previous marriages. Interestingly enough, Sandra had given him the impression that her first husband had died of a brain an years long. She didn't mention suicide. Really.
Yeah. Ellen adored Sandra's three children. Those poor kids, right, and they are just going through dad's and the relationship, you know, blossomed. And Sandra would have her two daughters come up to his office on occasion and they would bring him flowers. Oh that's nice. He worked ended up working at Nolan Mortgage. Recalled a time when one of Sandra's daughters, her name was Katherine, would say to Allen, quote, I'm pulling for you in Sandra, we need a daddy. Oh, of course they do.
While Allen's friends thought their relationship would never result the marriage, Sandra's friends thought Allen was a gold digger. He was out for her money. Really, is he looking to rent some garage? That's true, apartment need Let's say it was a relationship that sprang from uncertain beginnings, but no one would know that it would end up in death. Phil ask you, a friend of Alan's, said, he vividly remembers an emotional scene in which he and Allen
were driving back from a Mavericks game. And this is the fall of nineteen eighty four, and Allen was in tears. He said that Sandra told him she was pregnant and he just didn't know what to do. Now, mind you, Sandra had a hysterectomy. Oh come on, really? Yes, okay, but he didn't obviously, and that's why Alan and her got married so quickly. Damn, it's a shitty thing to do. A few weeks after the wedding took place, Sandra called Phil's house from a seven to eleven
one night because Alan was hanging out there. She told him she was coming back from the Baylor Medracle Center, where that very night she had a miscarriage. Of course, there was no records of that happening. Surprise, surprise. Within six months the marriage soured. Oh there's a lot going on. Yeah, Sandra had sold her home and now they were living in a duplex
in Ashbury in University Park. I don't know where that is. But one of Sandra's neighbors there, who she'd become like really close friends with remembers listening to Sandra, complained that Alan had become a financial drain on her her Oh shit, Sandra didn't understand why he was spending so much money. Oh really, really, you don't get it. The popcorn, the cattle black right. Hello. Meanwhile, Allen's friends at Nolan Mortgage watch and astonishment. Is
Sandra ran out more than twenty thousand dollars on Allen's American Express card. Yeah. Sandra and Alan argued over everything, how to treat Sandra's son, his name is Britt, who'd been getting bad grades at school and was often saying out because he's older now till late hours of the night. Alan once found his prize golf clubs missing from his Bronco and He accused Sandra of stealing them. He was furious that she hadn't written notes thinking the guests for their wedding
gifts. Oh, she didn't write thank you note? But why he could? Yeah, I'm just I'm sorry. I'm just pointing out he could, he could. You're right? And then Sandra told friends that Allen was no longer sexually interested in her. All right. Alan's mother said she received a phone call from Sandra accusing Allen of having an affair. Alan called a guy named Ron Barnes. He was a lawyer friend of his in Oklahoma and said, quote, I don't know who I'm married too. Oh, yeah,
you don't know. You don't, You don't, You really don't, On and on a win. It was just going back and forth. A neighbor of Sandra says that in the summer of nineteen eighty five, Sandra began talking about how she was worried that Allen might kill her. Oh, oh, I see where this is going, right. According to the neighbor, Sandra said she'd hired the feigned De Soto private detective Bill Dear to check Allen out.
Several of Sandra's friends were called Sandra, saying that Allan was into serious gambling, and she thought he might even be doing drugs, but Alan's friends said that's just sto good. During the first week of November nineteen eighty five, Allen and Sandra separated. Alan moved in with Philip Askew. Remember I told you their friends they lived in Richardson. I don't know where it is, But according to her friend, Sandra began investigating the possibility of what would
happen if she were to divorce him. A neighbor remembers that Sandra showed her a bill for a thousand dollars consultation with one of the city's most prominent divorce lawyers. We get free consultations. What is the shit? We are doing something wrong, dear? But Sandra never filed for divorce. Of course she
didn't. Why would she file for divorce. On December fifth, two days before Alan disappeared, a close friend said while the two of them were hanging out, Alan again brought up Sandra's refusal to help pay that American Express bill that she'd racked up under his name, and then he told his friends that he had plans to track down some financial information on Sandra. He was planning on looking into her more the very next day, because he didn't know who
she was and what she was about. Whatever ended up happening, we don't know, because the following Saturday, Allen was supposed to meet Sandra at a mini warehouse in Garland to help her move a few boxes from her duplex. At this time, it had been a month since he'd seen Sandra, and Philip Ascue recalls that he was very nervous. Allen was very nervous about his meeting. The two men planned to meet later that evening for dinner. At around four fifty pm, Alan left to meet Sandra in Garland, but Alan
never came back. At six fifteen at evening, Sandra called Philiscue to see that Alan never showed up. He never made it to the warehouse then, of course, she added that it was just like him to miss appointments. He'd done this so many times to her before. When Allan didn't show up on Saturday night or Sunday, Sandra still didn't file like a missing person's report,
and then he didn't show it for work on Monday. The executives at Nolan Mortgage knew something was wrong because he had never missed a single day of work, and yet still Sandra never filed a missing person's report. But you know who did, Phil, He took it upon himself to file one Monday at eight pm with the Dallas Police. On an icy Wednesday evening, two days later, two Oklahoma Police officers were cruising through the remote area in the
city's southwest side. They found a four Bronco with a Texas license plate next to an electrical substation. Inside, shot twice with a thirty eight caliber pistol, was a frozen body of Alan. Because this is December eleven, nineteen eighty five, one year and three days after Allen and Sandra had been married.
When the Oklahoma City Police called Sandra, they were not able to notify her of Alan staff because she asked if it was bad news, and when they said it was, she said, I don't want to know what happened. Oh stop it, huh, and she ended up hanging up. Is the bad news? Yes, okay, click, I got time for that. I'm going through my own stuff. My cup is full, my cup is full, already full. But the hell was that Sandra was a suspect,
but nothing could be pinned on her. She was coy with the police during an initial interrogation, and she was almost playful, and then she became completely uncooperative. She refused to let anyone speak to her minor children, and she lauriered up roll fast, it's not it's completely On the weekend of the funeral, Sandra's behavior baffled friends. She ordered the cheapest casket available for Alan, and that really infuriated as relatives, but she insisted Alan would want it
this way. He wouldn't want anything fancy. Then she forgot to bring her checkbook and couldn't pay for the funeral. Really, yes, so everybody else had to chip him. Oh my god. And she was late for the service. She arrived at the very last minute, dress to the nines and a mink coat. Oh come on, why not? Why not? Because when Alan died, she got two hundred and twenty thousand dollars of life insurance money put right into her bank account. Her reputation was turnished. A detailed
local magazine article profiled Sandra's mysterious and curious past. Less than a year after Alan's death, Sandra left Dallas. She's like, I'm done, and she relocated to San Francisco and she changed her name to Camille Bridewell. She brought all her charm to Marin County, where she cycled through a new round of wealthy men who were suckered by her lack of sexual inhibition. Ooh and her sad dad stories. Oh yeah, all her husbands are ending up bad.
She got one man to loan her twenty three thousand. Another man gave her seventy thousand, which you pulled out from his pension. What the hell? And she never repaid any of them. Of course, this one I'm for years. There are other places she'd call home to, such as Hawaii, Connecticut, but new addresses definitely didn't mean a change in her old ways. Using the social security numbers of other people, she took out credit cards because
she didn't have enough money. She had more money, I had my whole life. She took out credit cards and rang up big purchases with no intention of paying anything back. The list of victims included her three children, who credit she managed to destroy. Of course, she did, you know my grandma. I'm just saying, oh, I'm not, you know, allegedly, God rest her soul. I'm not saying she stole identities button but if
she did, she would sound a lot like Sandra. As the twenty first century rolled around, the now middle aged Sandra had turned from sexuality to religion to get her victims. Oh my god. Her news story sent around the idea that she was a missionary who traveled the world to work with orphans. It, I can't stop it. As always, she had a way of getting people to do what she wanted. In Alabama, she befriended a couple
who owned and managed a local motel. Despite not being able to pay for her own room, come on, she received food and money from the husband and wife owned it. She then went to Atlanta and she used a slightly different name. It was Bridewell instead of Bridewell, and she convinced a woman she met in church to split the cost of an expensive condo rental. You know, she must have been charming as fuck. You know what I mean? I mean, how is she getting all these people give her money?
Lay Connor. Yeah, soon Sandra's new housemate was paying for everything. Wow. She told her friend she was going to get a whole chunk of money from a trust fund. I'll pay it back. In two thousand and six, Sandra surfaced in North Carolina at a new church under the name Camille Bowers. That September, she moved in with a woman named Sue Mosley, a seventy seven year old woman who lived in a million dollar home on the Carolina Coast. Sandra struck a deal with Mosley's son, his name was Jim.
In return for her managing the housework, Sandra would live with free room and board. As she made a name for herself in the community, Sandra got to work on taking over all of Mosley's finances. Oh shit. She collected tax records, rerouted the elderly woman's Social Security payments into her own bank, siphoned off mortgage money, ran up credit card charges, and used Mosley's bank
account to help fund her spot treatments and expensive shoes. Jim Mosley grew very suspicious of his mother's new housemate, and in early two thousand and seven, he came across a lengthy newspaper story and the Dallas Observer that chronicled Sandra's life working with the police. Jim played the frontman in a whole police team. He took her down. He took her down. On March second, two thousand and seven, she was arrested in cafe in Charlotte, North Carolina.
Later that year, Sandra was charged with identity thaft fraud, mail faft SO security fraud, and then that sparked a whole new interest in Alan's death in the Oklahoma City Police agreed to put resources and manpower into investigating it. In February two thousand and eight, Sandraw Camille Powers applied guilty to one count of identity staft. That September, Sandrad was formerly sentenced and order to serve two years in prison, an issue two hundred and fifty thousand dollars fine to be
sixteen hundred in restitution to the Masley's family. Sixteen hundred. Yeah, that is not compared to the ship she did in her life. And that's the end of the story. Is she in prison still? No? No, no, she never got charged for these murders. So that's it all right, M Well, that's not a happy ending, no piece of shit. I want to thank you guys all for listening to this week's episode of Crimes Consequences. If you want to hear some online only episodes, they're free on
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