Vanessa Richardson

Everson wasn't the only one who admired Dorothea.

The city's social workers also continued to support her.

They knew that she was violating her parole, and they also knew that the system didn't provide enough housing to the kinds of populations she served.

And remember, Dorothea had never been charged for killing Ruth Monroe, so they kept sending people to live with her.

Meanwhile, Dorothea was hatching a plan.

She had every intention of returning to her murderous ways, but knew she couldn't keep faking people's suicides.

So one day when Everson wasn't around, Dorothea put a plastic tarp underneath their bed sheets.

Then for the next few weeks, she started slipping sleeping pills into his food and drinks.

Everson started sleeping throughout the day, until finally, one day in December 1985, he laid his head down on the pillow and never woke up.

Once Dorothea was sure he was dead, she wrapped the plastic tarp around him and moved his body to a corner of the room.

But she never told anyone that he'd passed away.

In fact, she did the opposite.

She wrote letters to Everson's children, who were adults, in his handwriting, pretending to be him.

With no one the wiser, Dorothea kept collecting Everson's pension checks.

As far as Dorothea was concerned, her new scheme worked flawlessly.

There was just one problem.

She would have to get rid of Everson's body, and soon, because an odor was forming in her bedroom.

A couple of weeks after killing Everson, Dorothea contacted a handyman she knew named Ismael Flores and asked him to build a pine box for her.

In exchange, she told Ismael he could have Everson's red pickup truck that he no longer wanted.

Ismail agreed and went to Dorothea's boarding house to help her.