Janice Morgan

Helen and Olga now had their murder weapon, the mercury sable. They had their insurance policy times 13. And their victim, Kenneth McDavid, had no idea about any of it. In fact, he'd gotten a little too comfortable. At some point, he decided it was his turn to pay it forward. When someone needed a place to stay, he opened his doors, or I should say, Helen's doors.

Helen and Olga now had their murder weapon, the mercury sable. They had their insurance policy times 13. And their victim, Kenneth McDavid, had no idea about any of it. In fact, he'd gotten a little too comfortable. At some point, he decided it was his turn to pay it forward. When someone needed a place to stay, he opened his doors, or I should say, Helen's doors.

Eventually, Olga found out what was going on. To make sure no one else moved in, she hired an armed security guard and ordered him to remain in the apartment with Kenneth. By the start of 2005, Kenneth was over the strict living conditions. He took his bike and his belongings and returned to the streets. This caused a problem for Helen and Olga.

Eventually, Olga found out what was going on. To make sure no one else moved in, she hired an armed security guard and ordered him to remain in the apartment with Kenneth. By the start of 2005, Kenneth was over the strict living conditions. He took his bike and his belongings and returned to the streets. This caused a problem for Helen and Olga.

The insurance policies they'd taken out on Kenneth wouldn't mature until later that summer. The women had to keep him within their grasp for another six months. So they tracked him down and made a new offer. Helen would give Kenneth money to stay in various motels around Los Angeles, all so she could keep tabs on him. For a while, Kenneth went along with that.

The insurance policies they'd taken out on Kenneth wouldn't mature until later that summer. The women had to keep him within their grasp for another six months. So they tracked him down and made a new offer. Helen would give Kenneth money to stay in various motels around Los Angeles, all so she could keep tabs on him. For a while, Kenneth went along with that.

But by June of 2005, he was getting harder to keep track of, and Helen and Olga worried he'd disappear entirely. So even though not all of the policies had hit the two-year mark, they decided they had to act. If they didn't, they'd lose everything. And losing was not an option. The time had come to kill Kenneth McDavid.

But by June of 2005, he was getting harder to keep track of, and Helen and Olga worried he'd disappear entirely. So even though not all of the policies had hit the two-year mark, they decided they had to act. If they didn't, they'd lose everything. And losing was not an option. The time had come to kill Kenneth McDavid.

Helen Goulet marched down to the back alley of her apartment and slipped into the silver mercury sable she and Olga had bought especially for this day. It had been parked there periodically for a year and a half. But on June 21st, 2005, it was finally go time. Helen drove east to Hollywood where she found Kenneth on the streets.

Helen Goulet marched down to the back alley of her apartment and slipped into the silver mercury sable she and Olga had bought especially for this day. It had been parked there periodically for a year and a half. But on June 21st, 2005, it was finally go time. Helen drove east to Hollywood where she found Kenneth on the streets.

While we don't know exactly what happened next, we can make an educated guess based on the evidence later presented in court. Helen got Kenneth and his bike into the Mercury Sable and took off. Around 11.45 p.m., she pulled into an alleyway on the west side of L.A. Either Kenneth got out of the car on his own or she forced him out into the alley.

While we don't know exactly what happened next, we can make an educated guess based on the evidence later presented in court. Helen got Kenneth and his bike into the Mercury Sable and took off. Around 11.45 p.m., she pulled into an alleyway on the west side of L.A. Either Kenneth got out of the car on his own or she forced him out into the alley.

Then Helen put the car in reverse and backed up for a running start. When she had enough space, she changed gears, then slowly drove over Kenneth. The front tires crushed his chest and shoulders. But as Helen eased forward, the fuel line on the car's undercarriage got caught on his body. She pressed down on the gas. As the car shot forward, the fuel line broke. And then the engine died.

Then Helen put the car in reverse and backed up for a running start. When she had enough space, she changed gears, then slowly drove over Kenneth. The front tires crushed his chest and shoulders. But as Helen eased forward, the fuel line on the car's undercarriage got caught on his body. She pressed down on the gas. As the car shot forward, the fuel line broke. And then the engine died.

Maybe that's when she saw the bright light shining ahead. There was a gas station just around the corner. All she had to do was make it there and she could leave the crime scene. The alley was on a slight downslope, so she was able to coast to the gas station. Once there, she put it in park and used her phone to call a tow truck. It seemed like she'd gotten away with it.

Maybe that's when she saw the bright light shining ahead. There was a gas station just around the corner. All she had to do was make it there and she could leave the crime scene. The alley was on a slight downslope, so she was able to coast to the gas station. Once there, she put it in park and used her phone to call a tow truck. It seemed like she'd gotten away with it.

There didn't appear to be any visible evidence of her crime. She'd driven over Kenneth slow enough that his major injuries were internal. There was no shattered glass, and most importantly, no trail of blood. At least, that's what she thought. Helen had no idea there was a small amount of blood on the undercarriage of the car.

There didn't appear to be any visible evidence of her crime. She'd driven over Kenneth slow enough that his major injuries were internal. There was no shattered glass, and most importantly, no trail of blood. At least, that's what she thought. Helen had no idea there was a small amount of blood on the undercarriage of the car.

Half an hour later, a tow truck arrived and drove her back home to Santa Monica. According to the driver, there was nothing suspicious about his passenger that night. You'd never have known she'd just killed a man in cold blood. When she got home, she phoned Olga, presumably to tell her it was done. Unbeknownst to Helen, someone had already found Kenneth's body.

Half an hour later, a tow truck arrived and drove her back home to Santa Monica. According to the driver, there was nothing suspicious about his passenger that night. You'd never have known she'd just killed a man in cold blood. When she got home, she phoned Olga, presumably to tell her it was done. Unbeknownst to Helen, someone had already found Kenneth's body.