Jim Mosley

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Listen to all episodes of Fatal Beauty ad-free right now by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge channel on Apple Podcasts and hit subscribe at the top of the page or visit getthebinge.com to get access wherever you listen. Feed your true crime obsession. The Binge. In Charlotte, North Carolina, it began as a story about the kindness of strangers.

Jane Todd wasn't just chasing her. She was about to outplay her. With Sandra on her mission trip abroad and Sue and her son Jim at his place in Charlotte, Detective Todd wanted to take advantage of the empty house.

Jane Todd wasn't just chasing her. She was about to outplay her. With Sandra on her mission trip abroad and Sue and her son Jim at his place in Charlotte, Detective Todd wanted to take advantage of the empty house.

Detective Todd recalled one of the first things that stood out to her.

Detective Todd recalled one of the first things that stood out to her.

Why practice another person's signature unless you were fixing to sign on their behalf?

Why practice another person's signature unless you were fixing to sign on their behalf?

The more Detective Todd dug, the more predatory behavior she found.

The more Detective Todd dug, the more predatory behavior she found.

You can probably guess where Sandra was stashing documents.

You can probably guess where Sandra was stashing documents.

Sue was 76, a retired nurse who embodied the Golden Rule. Treat others as you'd want to be treated.

Sue was 76, a retired nurse who embodied the Golden Rule. Treat others as you'd want to be treated.

Sounds a lot like what Jay Benson discovered in Atlanta. But in this room, Sandra had a secret spot above the bed.

Sounds a lot like what Jay Benson discovered in Atlanta. But in this room, Sandra had a secret spot above the bed.

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.

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.

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.

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 let 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 was the one to tell her that the missionary she let 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.

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.

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.

She had long been an empty nester after raising four kids. But recently, she'd become a widow.

She had long been an empty nester after raising four kids. But recently, she'd become a widow.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Then another revelation. Detective Todd learned that mere months before her lieutenant sent her out to sue Mosley's home, someone else in her department had been looking into Sandra.

Then another revelation. Detective Todd learned that mere months before her lieutenant sent her out to sue Mosley's home, someone else in her department had been looking into Sandra.

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.

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.

She made some even greater allegations.

She made some even greater allegations.

This was a well-timed lie, a way for Sandra to cover up her own wrongdoing by blaming Sue's daughter.

This was a well-timed lie, a way for Sandra to cover up her own wrongdoing by blaming Sue's daughter.

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.

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.

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, 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.

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.

So that's how they saw the charges being spent in America. About that whole India thing?

So that's how they saw the charges being spent in America. About that whole India thing?

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. A plan was in motion. Charlotte cops would arrest Sandra. So one of them called up Jim.

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. A plan was in motion. Charlotte cops would arrest Sandra. So one of them called up Jim.

Jim was worried Sandra might have caught wind of the operation underway, that she might be out for vengeance.

Jim was worried Sandra might have caught wind of the operation underway, that she might be out for vengeance.

And Sue had the means to stay put.

And Sue had the means to stay put.

Nervous, Jim gave Sandra a ring.

Nervous, Jim gave Sandra a ring.

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.

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.

Jim stalled Sandra a bit more, telling her he needed to get the car battery replaced. Then he got the go-ahead.

Jim stalled Sandra a bit more, telling her he needed to get the car battery replaced. Then he got the go-ahead.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Now that he had the lay of the land and the assurance of plenty of backup, it was on.

Now that he had the lay of the land and the assurance of plenty of backup, it was on.

Problem was that an hour goes by and... She doesn't show up. This whole thing was starting to feel anticlimactic.

Problem was that an hour goes by and... She doesn't show up. This whole thing was starting to feel anticlimactic.

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.

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.

Jim must have been anxious as hell.

Jim must have been anxious as hell.

Was it time to throw in the towel?

Was it time to throw in the towel?

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.

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.

Jim stood behind her, something he'd been advised to do beforehand.

Jim stood behind her, something he'd been advised to do beforehand.

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.

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.

I asked Jim how he remembered her stare.

I asked Jim how he remembered her stare.

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.

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 let her slip away so many times before. Just a woman caught, facing consequences at last. It was time to get this new inmate booked.

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 let 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.

And the person in charge of that, let's just say, had been eager to meet her.

Detective Todd just watched her, scoping her out.

Detective Todd just watched her, scoping her out.

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.

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 just starting to let it sink in. She wasn't in control anymore.

She was just starting to let it sink in. She wasn't in control anymore.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It made more sense to just put her on probation and get her to pay restitution.

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. Once Sandra was in her jail cell, Jim was able to do some more snooping around his mom's home.

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. Once Sandra was in her jail cell, Jim was able to do some more snooping around his mom's home.

Sue had been set up nicely by her late husband's estate. It didn't make sense she'd be missing mortgage payments. Plus, Jim had already set up automatic withdrawal from her account so she wouldn't have to think about that sort of thing.

Sue had been set up nicely by her late husband's estate. It didn't make sense she'd be missing mortgage payments. Plus, Jim had already set up automatic withdrawal from her account so she wouldn't have to think about that sort of thing.

or essentially her mortgage bill, sent monthly.

or essentially her mortgage bill, sent monthly.

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.

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.

And it paid off. Detective Todd had compiled enough evidence to get the magic number.

And it paid off. Detective Todd had compiled enough evidence to get the magic number.

But Sue and 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.

But Sue and 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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

By December 2007, almost 22 years to the day after Alan Rarig 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 aggravated identity theft.

By December 2007, almost 22 years to the day after Alan Rarig 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 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.

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.

And one detective gets the interview we've all been waiting for ever since Alan Rarig's murder.

And one detective gets the interview we've all been waiting for ever since Alan Rarig's murder.

Allen's cold cases reopened and detectives realized something crucial about how his body was moved across state lines.

Allen's cold cases reopened and detectives realized something crucial about how his body was moved across state lines.

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The arrangement was working out just great.

The arrangement was working out just great.

Turns out, Jim had learned during a visit with his mom that Camille had her sights on him.

Turns out, Jim had learned during a visit with his mom that Camille had her sights on him.

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.

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.

Jim was startled.

Jim was startled.

Jim Mosley remembers that spring of 2006 when a chance encounter happened.

Jim Mosley remembers that spring of 2006 when a chance encounter happened.

Jim's gut feeling that Camille was too persistent solidified.

Jim's gut feeling that Camille was too persistent solidified.

But he still couldn't figure out her endgame.

But he still couldn't figure out her endgame.

Why splurge on overpriced golf balls?

Why splurge on overpriced golf balls?

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

One of Jim's brothers met Camille once and got no bad vibes.

One of Jim's brothers met Camille once and got no bad vibes.

He tried another relative.

He tried another relative.

She told the pastor her name was Camille Bowers. She'd just returned from a mission trip to India.

She told the pastor her name was Camille Bowers. She'd just returned from a mission trip to India.

And then word got back to Camille that Jim had been bad-mouthing her.

And then word got back to Camille that Jim had been bad-mouthing her.

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.

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.

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.

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 Vereen and Dennis Kruger. 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.

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 Vereen and Dennis Kruger. 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.

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.

He started Googling.

He started Googling.

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?

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?

And that's how Whitley ended up contacting Sue Mosley's son, Jim.

And that's how Whitley ended up contacting Sue Mosley's son, Jim.

The pastor couldn't offer her a room, but he knew somebody in the Charlotte area who could.

The pastor couldn't offer her a room, but he knew somebody in the Charlotte area who could.

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.

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.

Then Whitley told it to him straight.

Then Whitley told it to him straight.

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.

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.

Remember, Sue lived in Southport, about 215 miles from her son.

Remember, Sue lived in Southport, about 215 miles from her son.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And little did he know at the time, he was about to cross paths with someone who took his hunch seriously.

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'll 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.

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'll 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.

Turns out, one of the realtors who was spooked after meeting with Sue and her suspicious caretaker had warned someone.

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.

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.

That's when Detective Todd and Ron first met and put their heads together.

That's when Detective Todd and Ron first met and put their heads together.

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.

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.

Call it a detective's instinct.

Call it a detective's instinct.

But a good Christian like Audrey wasn't just going to kick Camille to the curb.

But a good Christian like Audrey wasn't just going to kick Camille to the curb.

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.

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.

Listen to all episodes of Fatal Beauty ad-free right now by subscribing to The Binge. Visit The Binge channel on Apple Podcasts and hit subscribe at the top of the page or visit getthebinge.com to get access wherever you listen. Feed your true crime obsession. The Binge. In Charlotte, North Carolina, it began as a story about the kindness of strangers.

Jane Todd wasn't just chasing her. She was about to outplay her. With Sandra on her mission trip abroad and Sue and her son Jim at his place in Charlotte, Detective Todd wanted to take advantage of the empty house.

Detective Todd recalled one of the first things that stood out to her.

Why practice another person's signature unless you were fixing to sign on their behalf?

The more Detective Todd dug, the more predatory behavior she found.

You can probably guess where Sandra was stashing documents.

Sue was 76, a retired nurse who embodied the Golden Rule. Treat others as you'd want to be treated.

Sounds a lot like what Jay Benson discovered in Atlanta. But in this room, Sandra had a secret spot above the bed.

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.

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 let 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.

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.

She had long been an empty nester after raising four kids. But recently, she'd become a widow.

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.

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.

Then another revelation. Detective Todd learned that mere months before her lieutenant sent her out to sue Mosley's home, someone else in her department had been looking into Sandra.

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.

She made some even greater allegations.

This was a well-timed lie, a way for Sandra to cover up her own wrongdoing by blaming Sue's daughter.

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, 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.

So that's how they saw the charges being spent in America. About that whole India thing?

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. A plan was in motion. Charlotte cops would arrest Sandra. So one of them called up Jim.

Jim was worried Sandra might have caught wind of the operation underway, that she might be out for vengeance.

And Sue had the means to stay put.

Nervous, Jim gave Sandra a ring.

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.

Jim stalled Sandra a bit more, telling her he needed to get the car battery replaced. Then he got the go-ahead.

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.

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.

Now that he had the lay of the land and the assurance of plenty of backup, it was on.

Problem was that an hour goes by and... She doesn't show up. This whole thing was starting to feel anticlimactic.

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.

Jim must have been anxious as hell.

Was it time to throw in the towel?

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.

Jim stood behind her, something he'd been advised to do beforehand.

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.

I asked Jim how he remembered her stare.

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 let 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.

Detective Todd just watched her, scoping her out.

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 just starting to let it sink in. She wasn't in control anymore.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. Once Sandra was in her jail cell, Jim was able to do some more snooping around his mom's home.

Sue had been set up nicely by her late husband's estate. It didn't make sense she'd be missing mortgage payments. Plus, Jim had already set up automatic withdrawal from her account so she wouldn't have to think about that sort of thing.

or essentially her mortgage bill, sent monthly.

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.

And it paid off. Detective Todd had compiled enough evidence to get the magic number.

But Sue and 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.

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.

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?

By December 2007, almost 22 years to the day after Alan Rarig 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 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.

And one detective gets the interview we've all been waiting for ever since Alan Rarig's murder.

Allen's cold cases reopened and detectives realized something crucial about how his body was moved across state lines.

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The arrangement was working out just great.

Turns out, Jim had learned during a visit with his mom that Camille had her sights on him.

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.

Jim was startled.

Jim Mosley remembers that spring of 2006 when a chance encounter happened.

Jim's gut feeling that Camille was too persistent solidified.

But he still couldn't figure out her endgame.

Why splurge on overpriced golf balls?

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 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.

One of Jim's brothers met Camille once and got no bad vibes.

He tried another relative.

She told the pastor her name was Camille Bowers. She'd just returned from a mission trip to India.

And then word got back to Camille that Jim had been bad-mouthing her.

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.

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 Vereen and Dennis Kruger. 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.

He started Googling.

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?

And that's how Whitley ended up contacting Sue Mosley's son, Jim.

The pastor couldn't offer her a room, but he knew somebody in the Charlotte area who could.

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.

Then Whitley told it to him straight.

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.

Remember, Sue lived in Southport, about 215 miles from her son.

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.

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.

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'll 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.

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.

That's when Detective Todd and Ron first met and put their heads together.

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.

Call it a detective's instinct.

But a good Christian like Audrey wasn't just going to kick Camille to the curb.

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.