Carrie Huskinson (Private Investigator)

I instructed her to go to a bar, have a couple drinks, spill a couple of drinks on herself, and call locksmith at about 2.33 o'clock in the morning and ask him to unlock the doors. It worked.

He had gone to, I think it was South Carolina, maybe North Carolina, for some type of work for his business. And he would admit that she was with him.

But it gave the daughter two days alone in her apartment. And she went through everything, took down a ton of notes. We also got the Robert Bridewell will, last will and testament, as well as documents regarding stock, I believe, in Bridewell Enterprises.

A Neiman Marcus card with the name Sandra Bridewell. But here's the thing. My client and myself didn't realize Sandra and Camille were one and the same.

We had used an investigator in California to surveil him and her.

And while they were away, the wife looked through things. and waited for them to come back.

They came through the door. She waited until they got pretty far into the condominium, and then came out.

Hello, Camille. I thought we should meet. Both Camille and the husband tried to make a beeline for the door. She said, no, we're all going to talk about this.

And during the course of their conversation, my client mentioned the name Sandra Bridewell.

But that moment, the look on her face was shocking. She was astonished, you know, where did you hear that name?

And that was a real, you know, Turner is like, why is she worried about that name? Is she really Sandra instead of Camille?

The three of them sat down and discussed, you know, how much she would need to move forward and so forth.

And after the meeting, he took her and dropped her off at a hotel. And then he went back to the condo to be with his wife.

I stayed up all night calling every bride well around Dallas area that I could get the listing for. Every one. About 5 a.m. in the morning, my time, a little bit later theirs, I reached a man. He said, well... He goes, you know what time it is? I said, yes, I'm sorry to bother you, but this is so important. And I started telling him about this woman. He goes, I'm not that bride.

Well, but I know who you're talking about. Yeah, she was known as the black widow. I said, what? Yeah, she apparently murdered her husband.

She's saying that she's pregnant.

He immediately caught a plane and went to Boston.

Some type of fluid where she claimed that her water had broke.

She had gone and delivered the baby, put it up for adoption and was home within 24 hours.

And that is the first time that I met Glenna Whitley. I was staying at a motel. I'll never forget it. She pulled up and before she'd really even let me get too close, she goes, I need to see your ID. So I showed her my ID, got in her car. She went through all these stories regarding the hysterectomy and so forth.

I started sniffing around to find out more about this alleged hysterectomy. And I found a friend of hers who basically said, yeah, she had a hysterectomy. If she's telling people that she's pregnant, there's no way on earth.

That sonogram? And it turned out she had actually cut it out of a magazine. We told the husband... There was no baby.

Because there was no documented proof of a hysterectomy, there was always this very slight potential maybe there was a baby.

Maybe she could get it back and then require him to pay child support for the next 20 years or go public, discredit him, ruin his business, his companies. So it was basically blackmail in a sense. You know, either you give me what I need or I'm going to totally destroy your family.

He was informed, as well as the wife, that they had all the grounds to go ahead and press charges against her for fraud.

And it was like, no, we don't want to do that because that might result in publicity and, you know, so forth. And so they just chose to drop it. She basically just disappeared.

So I had a friend. who had a husband who was having an affair.

This is a woman who we would firmly call a 1950s housewife. Submissive. He has control of everything. You know, this kind of a thing.

But I kept pointing out things that, you know, didn't add up. For example, when her husband apparently went to New York for work, I asked, where is he staying? The response I got was, well, he doesn't know. He said he'd call me once he gets there and gets a place. A businessman doesn't take a dump without a plan.

I got a call at about 3.30 in the morning saying, She was crying, and they said she had found long black hairs on her pillow. Oh, hell no. And I told her to go in there, wake his ass up, and ask him who the hell this belongs to.

So he did acknowledge that he was having an affair, and that's when she found out her name was Camille.

Ran background checks, but predominantly on her husband trying to find a connection somewhere. Nothing about the woman.

I kept making these recommendations on, well, they should do this, they should do that. And so she just popped up and said, I'm hiring you.

I had a built-in nature, I guess you could say, for sniffing things out. And I took it upon myself to go ahead and dive in.

He moved her from California to Boston. We didn't know where in Boston, but we did have a phone number. I called directory assistance over and over and over, trying to get someone to give me the address that went to the phone number.

I pretended to be emotional. And I said, well, here's the thing. I was adopted and this is my mom. And I just, I just want to see her. And I pretended to be upset. And she immediately blurted out number three Myrtle Street. And then she hung up.

So then I caught a plane and I went to Boston. But get a load of this part. I sat dressed as a homeless person for two days up on Beacon Hill. surveying the home.

But I was able to get into the building and get a view of the mailbox where I noticed her last name.

But I needed more because at that time, I did not have access to any computer databases.

One of their daughters had graduated from Harvard. and was going back there for some type of reunion.

And I asked her, I said, would you be willing to do something kind of sly? And she said, okay, what do you got? The two were officially in cahoots. So I came up with a plan. I knew that the lease... was in both names. And from being there, I knew that both names were on the mailbox. I knew that the daughter shared the last name.

these families trying to help her out because she's just a poor widowed woman, whatever. She had used up all those people, and so those resources were gone.

She had become a pariah in Highland Park.

Nobody wanted anything to do with her, so she needed fresh hunting grounds.

And it's a much bigger pond, and they don't know who she is.

It was a good tactical move. And not only that, with the indictment, they'd have to extradite her, which she could fight. So it was a smart move, calculating. That's Sandra.

I knew about Thomas Finney. I had also heard rumblings when I was in Dallas over in Highland Park that she had done this to other people. And so it's just part of her M.O.,

Every man she ever encountered, she knew exactly how to play them.

I got a call at about 3.30 in the morning. She was crying, and they just said she had found long black hairs on her pillow.

And that's when she found out her name was Camille.

Many people have asked, how is it that Sandra was able to get away with killing people, never being held accountable? And I'm just going to say this, that I believe the reason why she's never faced justice is totally and completely because of the incompetence of law enforcement.