Pushkin at twelve twenty five am. On September seventeenth, two thousand and nine, twenty four year old my Teres Richardson was released from the Malibu Lost Hill Sheriff Station. She had no money, no phone, and no ride. She walked out of the station and into the night, and she never made it home. A beauty contestant and honor student and now a missing person. We were told, he says, another black girl missing out of Malibu, that we were
wasting our time. Nearly a year later, my Teresa's naked, skeletonized remains were discovered in a remote canyon six miles from the station. Her death is Malibu's greatest unsolved mystery. I'm Dana Goodyear. Five years ago I started reporting on the my Rice Richardson case. Everyone knows something horrible happened to my trees. Nothing about her case makes sense, and for fifteen years, the Sheriff's department has failed to solve it. I got a text message, Hey, there was a partially
mummified skeletal remains naked found in Montanito. They discovered a skull, they discovered a pelvis, and they discovered a lake just bones. So it was a cover up from the time My Trees was released all the way up is still to now to this day, is still a cover up. Homicide will continue their investigation. If there was foul play involved, someone could confess. It's likely that we can never find out exactly how she got there, but they're going to
do their very beast to figure that out. My Terce was young and black and beautiful, a professional dancer who was applying to graduate school in psychology. She was also in the midst of what law enforcement now acknowledges was a severe mental health episode. The cops say this might explain her death. Maybe she wandered into that canyon and died. Maybe she was bitten by a rattlesnake or a poisonous spider.
What they don't say is that her mental state would have made her an easy victim for a human predator. Malibu is a place of secrets, but no secret can stay buried forever. I mean, that's what I told the cops. If anybody should get suspect, you'd probably be him. Do you know anything about that girl? And he's like, what girl? What girl? She's like the girl, the girl, you know, the girl, that fucking the girl is dead, the girl that dive out. He knew exactly where she was, which
gives me the chills. In Malibu, every seductive surface has a dark side. The beauty is the danger. The unspoiled wilderness hides unspeakable crimes. And a place like that, a place like that breeds monsters. Coming June tenth, Lost Hills, Dark Canyon, Subscribe to Pushkin Plus to hear the whole season early and ad free. Find Pushkin Plus on the Lost Hills show page in Apple Podcasts, or at pushkin dot fm, slash plus